tony held

Thor Soulmate AU (sneak peak)

“My name is (y/n) (y/l/n) but you can call me Fuka (fe-you-ka). I control heat/fire and happen to be the queen of nightmares, so don’t stare at my eyes too long, as you just learnt, or you might be seeing your worst nightmare.” Tony smirked before she held out her hand for friendly terms. 

Something seemed to snap together in Tony’s mind and instantly he ran towards the two. “No, wait!” But it was too late the two were shaking hands and a heat seemed to spread between the two. (Y/n) understanding instantly and smiling brighter than any of them had ever seen.

Thor was just confused. “What just happened?” Releasing (y/n) caused a slight ache within himself that he couldn’t control. It was strange, Thor thought, the need to be close to her was suddenly dire. “You just sealed her fate…” Tony sighed.

Originally posted by astoundingbeyondbelief

Gif credit to @astoundingbeyondbelief

hey remember when tony was held at gunpoint while zip-tied to a bed and he still worried about the plastic watch that belonged to “his (nine-year-old) friend’s sister”

remember when he made peter parker a spider-themed nightlight to go with his webshooter just because

remember when he was triggered by wanda but looking after clint was his primary concern during the trip back home from that mission. then remember how when other team members went through the same thing, his priority was taking them to a safehouse where they could recover

remember when in the middle of a world crisis, tony had no problem helping a pregnant laura barton with home chores like log chopping and fixing the family tractor

remember how much it mattered to him that pepper would enjoy her christmas gift

remember how he keeps fanmail from kids lying around the house

remember how he doesn’t just thoughtlessly sign kids’ drawings, he leaves little speech bubbles on the characters drawn, customized with the kid’s name

remember how he found time to buy harley a lot of candy

remember how he’s had the same slow bots since his MIT days, and has apparently never had the heart to upgrade them or rid them of their imperfections

remember how he had a model airplane collection and WII in his workshop. remember how he keeps the vintage car his father used to tinker with, according to the picture he also keeps in the shop? remember how that car is his screen saver. remember how his main systems keyboard is made out of a symbolic language he compiled and shares with JARVIS alone

remember how tony named JARVIS after his childhood butler, and created a whole other AI who reminded him of pepper? remember how he coded peter an AI that was invested in the kid’s emotional well being

remember how tony arrived from captivity and the first thing he did was get an american cheese burger? remember how he sat down beneath the podium during a press conference and turned to obadiah stane and told him that it was good to see him

remember that fundamental naïveté underlying everything he’s always done, from “tony stark wants to save the world” to “these are my guns, how did they get my guns?” and “they told me ‘here’s the line, we don’t cross it, and this is how we do business’”

remember how tony thinks that being a superhero would be “outlandish and… fantastic” but he doesn’t think he’s the type and all the way to homecoming he’s looking at a younger hero and vocally wishing he’d be better than him

remember how he’s been trying to use his own struggle with grief and trauma to find solutions that should benefit others as well. remember how he’s explicitly trying to break the cycle of abuse his father started

this post doesn’t have a point or a pattern and it most certainly doesn’t have a satisfactory ending bc it could literally just keep going forever, i just wanted to remind us all of what a Great Dude the fave is

Twenty-One Questions - Peter Parker

Words: 6,320 (sorry its super long, I got carried away)

Warnings: Unedited, very mild makeout session (;

Paring: Tony Stark’s Daughter x Peter Parker


The Avengers compound was quieter than normal Saturday night. The television flickered in the corner as the men switched flipped back and forth between NFL games. Natasha and Wanda chatted amongst themselves ignoring the sporting event like it was their job. Shouting resulted to a bare minimum much to the surprise of the young teenager propped on the kitchen bar stool. Peter Parker had been apart of the Avengers for a little over three months and never in his time apart of the team had he witnessed them so lifeless. The Avengers slumped around like deflated balloons lacking interest in all activities.

A soft sigh fell from Peter’s soft lips while he pushed himself off the metal seat. His warm brown eyes fell to the watch fasten around his wrist. 10:06, Aunt May would expect him home by midnight but with the lack of activity, calling it a night didn’t seem like such a horrible option. Peter was use to hating the time that rolled around when he was forced to take the long haul back to his apartment. The train rides were sketchy, the walk in the cold was gruesome, and the local New York civilians had a tendency to be the most bitter people in the world. But out of all the things Peter hated about having to leaving the tower, Y/n was by far the most.

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What needs to happen in Infinity War

- Thor finds Avengers in Wakanda and asks where the Man of Iron is only to find out Tony is cleaning up the mess the Avengers left with no help at all.

- Tony rebuilding and trying to get his life back under control after being betrayed by virtually every member of Team Cap.

- Team Cap needs Tony’s help and they have to ask for his help.

- Fury telling them to fuck off because Stark is still cleaning up their last mess don’t bring another one.

- Tony telling Steve that if he wants his help he’d better get an apology, and be treated with respect, and not be alone with any member of Team Cap.

- Sam finds out that Tony gave Steve multiple chances to get help and not create the mess that was left.

- Sam finding Rhodes and making sure he’s okay and they bond over military experiences.

- Rhodes telling Sam about how Tony knew where they were and kept Ross away from them, yelling at him about how Tony had to clean up their mess even after watching his parent’s murder walk free.

- Sam being confused and asking what that means so Rhodes tells him about the tape and how Tony watched the Winter Soldier beat his father and strangle his mother. About how Cap KNEW but didn’t tell Tony, even lied to his face. About the 24 hours and how Steve said no because Tony ‘locker Wanda in her room’. About two Super Soldiers ganging up on Tony who shouldn’t have reacted violently but Sam you’re a councilor how would you have reacted to watching your parents murder with the murderer right next to you?

- Sam confront Steve about the tape, the lying, the not telling Sam about the deal that could’ve helped, about how Tony was LEFT IN THE COLD ALONE WITH A DISABLED SUIT STEVE WHAT IN THE HELL YOU DO NOT LEAVE A MAN BEHIND.

- Sam understanding that maybe Tony Stark isn’t what everyone describes.

- Sam apologizing to Tony and telling him he didn’t know any of what he’d learned.

- Tony not feeling guilty because he did the right fucking thing.

- WANDA FINALLY BEING HELD ACCOUNTABLE FOR ULTRON BECAUSE SHE VIOLATED EVERY MEMBER OF THE TEAM AND HAS NOT DONE SHIT TO REDEEM HERSELF.

- Captain America finally getting his ass chewed for what he did to Tony and how he’s treated him over the years, accusing him of holding back secrets and being a liability when Steve didn’t tell the team the whole story!!!

- SOMEBODY EXPLAINING WHY CLINT CAME OUT OF FUCKING RETIREMENT AND NOT SEEING THE POINT OF THE ACCORDS AS A DAMN ASSASSIN.

- Somebody seeing Tony trying to rewrite the Accords because they were going to happen with or without him but at least he was trying to get to a point to where he could alter them!

- TONY STARK NOT BEING ATTACKED ON ALL SIDES FOR DOING WHAT HE THOUGHT WAS RIGHT WHILE NO OTHER PERSON INVOLVED IS HELD ACCOUNTABLE.

anonymous asked:

You know when people write about everyone forcing Lance to become the red paladin and losing himself? Have anyone else thought of the team going back to Earth after the war (or just after those events) and Lance’s family being horrified, asking the paladins “what did you do to our precious boy?!”

“WHAT  HAVE YOU DONE TO HIM?!” Lance’s mother, Esperanza, spat out, in shaky english, but with all the rage there. 

“Mamá, its not a big deal- please don’t yell-”

“Lance, no seas estúpido. Te arruinaron, nuestro hermoso chico.” The team was confused by the soft sharp spanish that his father, Alberto, spoke. But they all picked on the estúpido that slipped its way in there. Shiro was about to comment on it, when Lance’s youngest brother, Edgar, spoke. 

He stepped in front of his brother and raised a finger at Shiro, “You broke him! You broke our Lance! you made him like- like the red one!” 

“Edgar,” Lance whispered, “está bien, no importa.”

Edgar spoke back to him in a rapid fire spanish no one could catch onto- Another one of Lance’s siblings, Eliza, stood up, charged at Keith and almost punched him. Fortunately Lance’s two brothers, Tony and Jaime, held her back- she snarled, “They changed him! Let me go- let me the fuck go! They took the best person on this earth and forced him to be like- like- like everything he wasn’t!” 

Keith took a step back, and glanced at the boy who was still in the arms of his family. He wasn’t denying anything they said- holy shit. What did they do to him?

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no seas estúpido. Te arruinaron, nuestro hermoso chico = Don’t be stupid. They ruined you, our beautiful boy. 

está bien, no importa = its okay, its not important

Note; I am not a fluent spanish speaker, so any mistakes are my own. I tried, but please feel free to correct me if I did something wrong with it.

moonlight [part one]

Summary: James wants to know what she is. || werewolf!bucky x supernatural!reader

Warnings: language (i think) and maybe a little bit of angst, but nothing too major (for now)

Note: I have no clue where this idea came from, to be honest. I think I might make this into a series if you all want me to.

MASTERLIST || PART TWO

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miss-socially-awkward  asked:

Peter Parker to Tony "I wish you where my dad"

Tom Holland as Peter
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“Pete!” Tony snapped and the kid stopped instantly, one foot out the door.

“Uh, yes Mr Stark?”

“Are you coming back tonight?” Tony asked and Peter shook his head.

“Sleepover with a friend. Cramming for a math final.”

“An actual sleep over? Or one that involves you fighting crime in spandex?” Tony said suspiciously.

“Honestly.” Peter raised his hands. “Sleepover. Cramming for a final. That’s it.”

“Leave the suit.” Tony demanded.

“But–!”

“Leave it!”

“Alright.” Peter sighed and pulled the suit out of his bag, laying it carefully on the table.

“That’s better. Now here.” Tony dug around in his wallet. “Here’s some money for some pizza for you kids. If I find out you used it to buy alcohol there’s going to be a problem. This is an access code for FRIDAY–” he handed him a card. “If you have math questions and don’t want to get ahold of a teacher. I will be awake most of the night, but even if I’m not, you can still call me if you need a ride anywhere and—-hey!”

Tony startled when Peter took a few steps forward and wrapped his arms around his waist in a fierce hug.

“Wish you were my dad.” Peter mumbled. “Wish you were family not just an Avenger I get to work with sometimes.”

Tony patted Peters back carefully. “What do you mean, wish we were family? Course we’re family kiddo.”

“Yeah?” Peter asked, sniffling, and Tony swallowed back the emotion in his throat before answering.

“Of course. But if you call me Daddio I’m gonna take back every cool thing I’ve ever given you and drop you in the river.”

“That’s fair.” Peter laughed and finally let go, backing up again.

“Money for pizza.” Tony held out a few bills with a fond smile. “Good luck studying.”

“Thanks.” Peter smiled one more time and waved, heading out the door.

“That was easily the best thing I’ve ever seen.”

Tony flinched when Happy spoke behind him. “Any chance you didn’t see all of that?”

“Oh, I saw it all.” Happy assured him. “Pete’s a good kid”.

“Yeah.” Tony watched Pete jog down the street, then looked over at where the Spider-Man suit should have still been sitting, but had obviously been snatched. “That’s my boy.”

After the StarkQuill angst from yesterday I figured I owed you some happier headcanon.

The Guardians come to earth for the whole Thanos mess and they meet the Avengers for the first time.

They immediately know that something between a lot of them is off and so they ask because the Guardians haven’t found a topic that’s too uncomfortable for them yet.

Steve, who is again leader of the team roughly outlines the Accords and then ends with “And when Tony tried to kill Bucky I had to stop him”.

The Guardians are mostly confused and inquire why the team didn’t come together again afterwards and they are met with incredulous stares.

“He tried to kill Bucky and me,” Steve says again like that explains everything.

“But you are a family,” Rocket says confused.

Steve shakes his head. “Family doesn’t try to kill each other,” he dismisses, which earns him some stares again.

“Gamora tried to kill me,” Peter lists off. “Rocket tried to sold me, Drax tried to kill Gamora, Yondu threatened to eat me, Nebula tried to kill Gamora. But we are a family.”

“Yeah, well, Tony wrongly accused Bucky,” Steve stiffly says and by now the Guardians are already on Tony’s side anyway.

“Explain,” Gamora almost snarls and Tony is pretty sure they just moved a bit so they could stand all directly next to him.

“Bucky was brainwashed and he was used to kill Tony’s parents, which Tony held against him.”

“So you are saying after a long time of coming to terms with that fact he still attacked Bucky,” Rocket summs it up and sounds doubtful.

Steve cringes.

“Explain,” Drax now chimes in and Steve shuffles a bit on his feet.

“He learned about it through a video,” Steve finally admits.

“And then he had time to process it,” Peter guesses.

“Actually, that was the first time I heard about it, Bucky was standing right next to me and Steve had kept it a secret from me for two years,” Tony now chimes in and everyone turns to him.

“I might have overreacted,” Tony whispers when the stares continue.

“I am Groot,” Groot says and Peter nods in agreement before he turns to Steve.

“I tried to kill my biological father when I learned he killed my mother,” he explains and puts his arm around Tony’s middle.

“Did he apologize?” Gamora asks and Peter feels Tony tense beside him.

“Of course I,” Tony starts before Drax cuts him off with a rough “Not you, him,” and he points at Steve.

“Not really,” Tony says after a moment of shock.

“That’s it,” Rocket decides. “Get him on the ship, he’s ours now, if we had an application process he would tick all the sob story boxes; we are your family now.”

Groot jumps on Tony’s shoulder while Rocket reaches up to grab his hand and pull him towards their space ship.

Tony expects one of the Guardians to protest but instead Gamora and Drax keep Steve away when he tries to come after them and Peter rushes to catch up with them.

“I have some great music you’ll enjoy,” he promises Tony, who is only slightly tearing up. “And some pretty smooth moves I’m going to teach you,” he continues and Tony already feels more at home with them than he ever did with the Avengers.

My Biggest Mistake (Barnes/Romanoff/Rogers x reader)

Request:  Cheating Angst of Bucky cheating on the reader with Natasha (Reader’s best friend) And when she finds out, Bucky and Natasha go running to apologize to her. But the reader doesn’t wanna hear it, so she ignores them. One day, Steve tries to convince her to forgive the both of them, because of how sad both, Bucky and Natasha were for the mistake. Which the reader comes in and forgives them ^^ (MAKE IT SUPA ANGSTY PLEASE) THANK YOU AGAIN BONNIE! ILYSM! 

Okay, I’m not a fan of full-on cheating stories, so I toned it down a little.  Also, I’m not very forgiving of it.  I hope you like where I took it tho!

You should have known.  

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And Then You

Word Count: 2,461

Warnings: idk, a little angst

A/N: Listen I know it’s a little rushed and I love him, but Tony is hard, okay? Not my gif.


Some people had just one word, others had entire paragraphs. And then, very rarely, some people had nothing at all.

Tony Stark was just one of those people who was born with nothing scrawled across his wrist.

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Tony Stark/Iron Man - You Look So Familiar

Originally posted by theperkybuttofrdj

Tony runs into a 14-year-old girl outside of a coffee shop and spills his coffee. When she freaks out and tries to run away, he stops her and asks her if she’s okay and notices that she looks very familiar. He takes her back to the tower to get cleaned up and Natasha points out that she looks just like him. So, Tony tests her DNA and finds out she’s his.

Requested by: Anon

Pairing: Tony x Daughter!Reader

Characters: Fem!Reader, Tony Stark, Harold “Happy” Hogan, Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner, Wanda Maximoff, Vision, Clint Barton, Sam Wilson. Peter Parker, Thor Odinson, James “Rhodey” Rhodes (Mentioned)

A/N: Thank you to @mo320 and @molethemollie for being my betas for this!

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Left At The Altar - Part 3? (Bucky x Reader, Steve x Reader)

Title: Left At The Altar (Part 3?)

Pairing: Bucky X Reader, Steve Rogers X Reader

Genre: Angst?

Summary: Steve and (Y/N) are both working on what could potentially be a blossoming relationship between them whilst Bucky’s sees tiny cracks. 

MASTERLIST

Part 1  Part 2  Part 4  Part 5

“… Tony and Sam, you two will keep a lookout up on air. Wheels up in 30 mins. Dismissed.” Steve ordered.

The group of Avengers pushed themselves off the chairs and started making their way to get ready for yet another mission. It was a pretty routine mission, information extraction and ultimately shutting down the base they were raiding. It wasn’t complicated but the grounds they had to cover was pretty massive and so the entire team is involved.

Steve has sort of made (Y/N)’s room his over the past couple of months but still kept his own space located right opposite her room. It was more because of space constraint than anything. The 100-year-old super soldier enjoyed collecting keepsakes and the extra room was needed to hold them, even though he was pretty much permanent resident in (Y/N)’s.

He made his way into his room and reached for the stealth suit in his closet. Heaving a sigh at the thought of having to leave (Y/N) behind yet again because of his job, Steve failed to notice the girl opening his room door.

“Hey, captain. Why the long face?” came (Y/N)’s soft voice.

Steve turned around and his smile widened as his eyes landed on her.

“Not too excited about leaving you home alone doll,” he answered, moving closer to her.

A soft smile broke on her face as she stepped into Steve’s embrace. Mumbling into his chest, she said, “I’m not too excited about having you go risk your life either, Cap.”

The two was developing a sort of more than friendship, less than love kind of relationship. For (Y/N), she felt conflicted about her growing interest in her ex-fiance’s best friend. For Steve, he just didn’t have the confidence that (Y/N) would ever return his feelings. But the two reveled in this current comfortable relationship they have right now. Not too fast, not too slow. And it felt just right for the both of them.

Bucky stepped out of his room, geared up and ready to go but stopped short when his gaze fell to (Y/N) in Steve’s embrace. The slightly opened door hid nothing from Bucky’s view. His super soldier hearing didn’t help lessen the blow either.

“Come back safe. Promise me, Steve. Don’t go doing foolish things like jumping off a plane. I’m right here waiting for you to come home, alright?” (Y/N) said, her eyes meeting with Steve’s blue ones.

“Yes, ma’am. We still have got that art exhibition to go together. I’ll make it back right in time for it, I promise.” came Steve’s answer, as he landed a peck on her forehead, his lips lingering.

Bucky was no stranger to this new sort-of affection going on between his captain and (Y/N). (Y/N)’s reaction towards him surprised him immensely. The anger and spite he anticipated from (Y/N) did not happen. She was civil, polite, almost too polite to him and Jenny. She kept their contact to a minimum but never purposefully avoiding him. But Bucky would honestly feel so much better if she yelled at him or threw some spiteful comments here and there. This civil and polite girl was new to him. Ever since day 1, (Y/N) was welcoming, warm and friendly. This almost feels painful to him, like Bucky is nothing but a stranger along the streets to her.

His thoughts halted when he heard a laughter bubbling from (Y/N). Looking up, he sees (Y/N) walking around Steve’s room, gathering the essentials he would need for the mission and putting them in his go-bag. This scene of pure domestic bliss was what hurt him the most.

He couldn’t understand why this would hurt. He chose to walk away from this, didn’t he? He was the one that didn’t think (Y/N) and he was right together.

Shaking his head in an attempt to push these thoughts away, Buck threw one last glance into the room and stomped his way to quinjet.


“Where’s Cap? He’s usually all geared up and ready to leave before any of us.” Wanda questioned, as she helped lug Natasha and Clint weapons up the quinjet.

Bucky frowned at the question, his mind wandering to the scene before. He couldn’t help but mumble under his breath, “He’s too busy and pre-occupied with my girl to actually do his captain duties.” The thought startled him, why did he still label (Y/N) as his girl - she wasn’t anymore, and would probably never be again.

“Is everyone gathered?” Steve’s voice came and broke Bucky’s thoughts.

“We’re waiting for you Capiscle,” Tony replied, his face held a knowing smirk.

“I’m here. So, let’s go.” Steve replied, rolling his eyes at the billionaire.

Just as Steve was about to make his way to the controls, two voices sounded.

“Steve!”

“Bucky!”

The lot turned and saw (Y/N) and Jenny making their way to the quinjet the former calling for the captain and the latter calling for the sergeant.

An awkward silence enveloped the quinjet as the rest of the heroes scattered around to make themselves seem busy but kept their ears peeled for the conversation that was to take place.

The look in Steve’s eyes warmed when he spotted (Y/N). Holding her by her hand, he led her away from Jenny and closer to himself, his large frame shadowing the girl as if trying to protect her.

“Uhm, I know you shouldn’t be wearing anything that isn’t part of your suit but would you please just bring this along? You don’t have to wear it just leave it in your go-bag. It’ll make me feel less jittery about you leaving.” (Y/N) said, her face flushing as she handed him the necklace she always wore. It was a long chain with an intricate ring strung through it - her mum’s wedding ring, a sort-of family heirloom that the girl treasured.

Bending to meet (Y/N) eye to eye, Steve gave her a breathtaking smile and lowered his head, requesting for (Y/N) to help him put it on.

“I’ll take good care of it doll,” Steve said, as he straightened his posture, thumbing the ring around his neck.

Bucky’s couldn’t tear his eyes from what was happening in front of him. That necklace was (Y/N)’s. That necklace was his. (Y/N) would always make him wear it when he was leaving for a mission, said it gave her a peace of mind. Bucky’s eyes narrowed at the scene and couldn’t help the low growl he let out.

The only other super soldier picked up the sound and met Bucky’s eyes. Steve saw the look Bucky was giving him and pulled (Y/N) in for a hug, his eyes locked on Bucky’s for a long moment, before he pulled away and caressed the side of (Y/N)’s face.

Jenny tapped on Bucky’s arm and jumped when he turned and glared at her in an instant. Seeing the started girl, Bucky’s gazed softened slightly and gruffly questioned her, “Yeah?”



“You didn’t say bye. So I, I just thought I should come say bye.” Jenny replied, her eyes fleeting between Bucky and what he was previously staring at.

“Yeah okay. I’ll be back soon.” came his reply.

“It would be good if you could tell me where you’re heading to and when you’re leaving and coming back next time, Bucky. I’m your girlfriend. I have the right to want to know where you are and what you are doing.” Jenny grumbled.

“Fine,” Bucky replied, walking away from the fifth argument they’ve had this week.

Jenny stomped off the quinjet, anger radiating from her. The moment of awkward silence was saved (Y/N) yelling out “goodbyes” and “stay safes” to everyone. She met Bucky’s eyes and gave him a small reassuring smile, “Stay safe sergeant.” and a polite nod of her head, before turning to Steve.

“Come back to me soon, Steve. I’ll be looking forward to our art exhibition date,” she said, her eyes turning into crescents from her wide smile.

“Date, doll?” Steve questioned with a teasing tone.

(Y/N) face turned red when she noticed what she has said and lightly shoved the soldier towards the quinjet control.

“I’ll be back for our date doll.” Steve teased, a smirk forming on his face, (Y/N) hurried off the quinjet, not before stopping to wave at the team before heading into the compound.

Tony took one look at Bucky and rolled his eyes at the kicked puppy dog look he was giving the girl.

“Hey! You don’t get to feel sorry for yourself, Manchurian Candidate. You let her go the worst way possible. So suck it up, live with your misery while she gets the man she deserves. Capsicle gave her up to you once, don’t expect him to do it twice.” Tony scoffed with a roll of his eyes and left Bucky on his own with his loud and unforgiving thoughts.


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Cookie Day (WinterIron Quick Fic)

This is just fluffy WinterIron. Just fluff. To make up for the tear fest that was “Moments” lol

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Bucky made….cookies.

Like really, really insanely good cookies. While humming, and listening to slow music as he took over the kitchen in the Tower. He even wore an apron most times.

And really, the team didn’t know what to do about it.

Mostly because even a year and a half after Steve brought him home, Bucky was still quiet more days than not. He still wore his hair long, his chin scruffy. He hardly ever smiled, hardly ever engaged with anyone. He was never in anything other than a long sleeve because he didn’t like the attention his arm inevitably drew, even though Steve had told him at least a hundred times that no one here ever noticed. He didn’t wake up screaming with nightmares anymore, but no one ever actually saw him sleep either so…

Anyway. Cookies.

Like, the best cookies in the world. Like thick and fluffy and packed with butter and chocolate and enough sugar to put an elephant down. And he absolutely refused to share.

In fact, no one was even allowed in the kitchen while he was baking. Clint had tried one time to scoop some cookie dough and Bucky had (accidentally) almost broken his hand.

So the team retreated, hovered outside the kitchen door and plotted ways to get to the cookies.

Steve had assured them that back in the day, Bucky had in fact been the best cook he had known, always making something in his mamas kitchen, and then cooking for Steve after his parents passed.

It didn’t matter what it was- thick, crusty bread, impossibly light pastries, and of course these amazing cookies— Bucky could make them no problem, and was happy to do every time Steve looked just the littlest bit hungry.

Of course Steve had been allergic to or at least sensitive to nearly everything back then, so little bites and nibbles was the best he could do. And now that he was a 100% healthy, super serum powered soldier who needed upwards of 4000 calories a day to keep his body running… well Steve was just as desperate as the rest of them to get his hands on some of Bucky’s cookies.

But alas, it wasn’t going to happen. Because Bucky only ever baked enough for himself, just enough to pile on a plate that he then hoarded on his lap during team movie nights, an entire gallon of milk sitting next to him because that’s how much milk it took to wash the cookies down.

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For anon…reader is Tony’s daughter as requested. This imagine has mentions of an abusive relationship. I will place a ‘keep reading’ line in order to avoid accidental reading. You’re beauties’s health is much more important than my writing.

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it’s that time of the year again when i’m going to ask you to look all the way back to january 1st… all the things that have happened in your life since then… good things, bad things, new people you’ve met, problems solved, obstacles conquered, work situations, outings with friends, weekends at home… celebrity news?? political messes. the oscars. hollyweed the first meme of 2017… think about it… we’re at the end of the third month of the year and three months seem like such a long time. think about it, just to put it in perspective: that’s how long mcu tony stark was held hostage

Alpha (Delta Sequel) Intro

Alpha: After the events of Delta, Reader and Bucky’s comfortable life is put to an halt when an unknown threat comes to New York. (If you haven’t read Delta, please read that here first.) 

A/N: Sorry this took so long, y’all! I had so many technical difficulties *screeching* 

Pairing: Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics. Swearing. Graphic details of sex. Alpha Bucky doing alpha stuff. Choking, Biting kinks. Marking kink. Sub!Reader. Mentions of past pregnancies. Mention of past abuse. (If you’re uncomfortable with any of these things, keep scrolling.) 

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Professional Cuddles (Winteriron)

Okay, this was written at 330 am (so forgive any awkwardness lol) for @sugardaddytonystark based on THIS POST

It turned out a little different than the post intended, I think, but I hope you enjoy it! Non powered AU

4k words- mind the cut!

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The business card said “Professional Companionship” and “Specializing in the Intimidating Significant Other Ruse” and “Available in a Variety Of Backgrounds, Religion, Platonic but Boyfriend Material to a Point” and Tony turned it over in his hands at least a thousand times as he waited for the doorbell to ring.

This James Barnes character had come highly recommended by his personal trainer, Sam Wilson, who had hired James to go to a party with him as a show of support for another friend who had recently come out. Surprisingly enough, he had also been recommended by Pepper Potts, Tony’s new assistant, who had seen the card and shared a frankly adorable story about hiring him to go to Thanksgiving dinner at her new step-mothers home and he had proven himself both smart and hilarious and Pepper credited him as the reason she and her step mother had a decent relationship at all.

So two glowing reviews from people Tony trusted, and one phone call later– just to set up a time and place to meet– and Tony was pacing his apartment anxiously, waiting for James to show up.

There was about a thousand reasons why hiring someone to hang out with him felt about six shades of wrong, but Tony ignored all of those. He was lonely, and wanted to be held and both Pepper and Sam had promised that this guy wasn’t anything like an escort, so he was the right choice.

Tony supposed he could be out meeting singles at a bar or something, but that idea made him want to scream. He didn’t have time to do that sort of thing, not after taking over the company last year after his father had passed. Tony barely had time to sleep, so dating and friends and all that had fallen by the wayside.

Hence calling this… Professional Companion… which all the sudden was seeming sad and desperate and–

–oh shit, the doorbell.

Tony straightened his suit jacket with a quick jerk, smoothed his hair back and after taking a deep breath and muttering a quick prayer, he opened the door.

Tall, dark and jesus christ he’s gorgeous grinned down at him, and Tony managed to smile back, holding out his hand automatically to shake. “Hey. You must be James.”

“Please, for the love of God call me Bucky.” The man laughed and shook his hand firmly. “Tony, right? You ready to hang out?”

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anonymous asked:

More gay divorcee au pls bc I wanna see how it goes when Tony meets his Army neighbors (also I want someone, preferably Pepper/Tony, punching Ty)

Tony was trying very hard not to cry.

Last night he’d gotten a call from Ty—from Stone. He’d been too scared to pick it up, had let it go to voicemail. When he’d finally gotten the courage to listen to the message, it had been nothing but vitriol, telling him that he was nothing, that he’d regret leaving, he’d never make it alone and he’d ruin Peter just like Howard had ruined him. Tony had saved the message with shaking fingers and sent a text to Pepper about it to tell his lawyer for the restraining order, because she—she was being an amazing friend and handling that for him while his world fell down around his ears.

With the voicemail, he hadn’t been able to sleep well. He’d tossed and turned with nightmares of Stone getting custody of Peter, of Tony only being allowed to see him sparingly, of seeing bruises on Peter’s little body and Peter’s accusing eyes, as if to say ‘you could have prevented this.’ And then those nightmares were interspersed with memories of the gaslighting Stone had had made him suffer throughout their entire relationship, telling Tony he was being silly or overreacting and laughing about it, and memories of the times Stone had hit him and then apologized and made Tony feel like it was his fault, like he’d been asking for it.

Then Peter had woken up with an earache and Tony had had to give him medicine and Peter hated taking medicine. Peter would spit out pills if they were given to him, and any attempt at giving him liquid medicine ended up with more of the dose on Peter’s clothes than in his mouth. Tony had finally had to cave and mix it in with some chocolate milk, and Peter had eyed him suspiciously the entire time he drank it because he knew he wasn’t supposed to have chocolate milk except for as dessert.

Once he’d set Peter down to play in his playpen, Tony had realized that he hadn’t done any yard work the past two weeks and stressed about that until he could put Peter down for his nap. He didn’t like to leave Peter alone but he knew he’d never be able to get anything done if he had to watch Peter outside, that dread that someone was watching them and reporting back to Stone always leaving him short of breath and with a cold sweat.

And now the fucking lawnmower wouldn’t work and Tony should have been able to fix it but he just couldn’t figure out what was wrong and Peter would surely wake from his nap soon—Tony took a shuddering breath and lifted his arm to press the back of his wrist against one eye, fingers covered with oil and muck. He would not cry. It was just a fucking lawnmower. It was just fucking yard work. He had bigger problems, like his divorce and getting custody of Peter and designing the next big thing for green energy.

“…Why me,” Tony whispered to himself, deciding that he could feel sorry for himself just for a minute.

“Hey!” someone called, and Tony leapt to his feet, skittering backward. He took a moment to wish he had his handgun to protect himself with and nearly crumpled with despair at the thought, because he hadn’t—he hadn’t used to think of protecting himself first thing, especially not with deadly force.

The blond guy from across the street stared at him, wide-eyed. “Oh my God, I’m so—I’m so sorry, I thought you heard me coming up.”

“Oh.” Tony hunched his shoulders, embarrassed, wanting to scuttle back inside and hide. “No, I—I didn’t.”

“I can see that,” Blond Guy said, still looking very apologetic. “I just noticed you’d been out here a long time and—Oh, is this Colonel Rhodes’s lawnmower? It hasn’t worked in months.”

“O-oh?” Tony asked hopefully, because he’d worried he’d just—been too stupid to figure it out. Logically he’d known better, but after years of Ty telling him he was—well.

“Yeah, he’s been borrowing ours,” Blond Guy replied, shrugging.

Tony could probably fix it, if he had the time to worry about it instead of worrying about when Peter would wake up and if Ty had sent anyone to keep an eye on them. Hell, if he’d known about it before Rhodey left, he would have been able to fix it while Rhodey kept an eye on Peter. Tony sagged a little, feeling defeated. He didn’t have the mental stamina to deal with this now.

Blond Guy frowned at him for a long moment before thrusting his hand out. “I’m Steve, by the way. Steve Rogers.”

“Tony.” Tony held his hand out, saw the oil still smeared on it, and shame-facedly began to draw it back. “Oh, uh, sorry—”

Steve grabbed his hand anyway to shake it. “’s fine. I’ve had worse on my hands. It’s not like I wow that was a bad idea this is so much oil.”

“Yeah,” Tony said, reluctantly amused.

“My friends tell me I’m uselessly impulsive,” Steve offered. “Listen, I usually mow Colonel Rhodes’s lawn for him while he’s gone anyway. I’ll just keep doing that, okay?”

“Oh, um, okay,” Tony said, torn between the desire to insist he could do it himself and the relief that he didn’t have to worry about this particular responsibility. “I, um—Rhodey left me some money, I can pay you—”

“Nah,” Steve said immediately. “No, it’s fine. I was gonna do it anyway. Colonel Rhodes lets me sketch his hydrangeas sometimes so I figure it’s only fair.”

Tony stared at him for a moment. “Is. Is that a euphemism?”

“What,” Steve said blankly, and then turned as red as a blotchy tomato. “Oh my God, no! I mean, no. I’m an artist.”

“Oh,” Tony said, because he never would have guessed. Steve looked more like someone who punched Nazis in the face and then bench-pressed a wheelbarrow full of kittens with each arm when he was finished than a guy who liked to draw flowers. Tony found that… rather charming, actually. “I see. That’s nice.”

“Yup, I love working on florals,” Steve agreed proudly. “My boyfriend has some of my handiwork on his body, too!”

Oh, a boyfriend. Steve looked so happy. Tony felt a jealous pang, sick and bitter, at the bottom of his stomach. Tony wished he could be happy like that. Looking back, he’d never been as proud to say ‘my boyfriend’ or ‘my husband’ when he talked about Ty as Steve did talking about his boyfriend right now. Maybe he’d known, even then, that Stone wasn’t good to him. Maybe Howard had damaged him more than he’d thought.

“I—” Tony cleared his throat. “I have to go check on Peter. Maybe—maybe you’d like to do art together sometime?”

Tony wanted to throw up as soon as he’d suggested it. Steve was—Steve was probably busy. And he was an actual artist, not someone who finger-painted and drew stick figures. Steve was a young handsome guy with a boyfriend. Why would he want to spend time with a soon-to-be-divorcee and a toddler when he probably had an equally handsome boyfriend and an apparently lucrative art business? God, Tony didn’t even want to be friends with himself right now.

“Sure,” Steve said brightly. “I love doing art with kids. They’re so creative.”

Tony couldn’t help a smile. That was so nice. “Yeah, Petey-Bird’s the next da Vinci.”

Steve raised his eyebrows, impressed. “Really? Wow. Peter must be really smart.”

“Y-yes?” Tony fought the urge to shrink again. He thought Peter was smart, but he was his dad, it was probably—he was very biased.

Steve beamed at him. “I’d like to meet him sometime. Just let me know when a good time is and I’ll see what I can do!”

“Okay,” Tony agreed cautiously. “…Okay, yeah. Not—not this week, but, um, maybe next-?”

“Sure! Just go ahead and give us a knock when you decide on a time, okay? Bucky might answer and he’s got a bit of a resting bitch face but he’s actually—well, no, I’m not gonna lie, he’ll probably be a little gruff when he answers the door. He’s got a gooey caramel center in there somewhere.”

Tony did not say ‘that’s horrifying’ but only because he was literally too horrified to do so. “Okay.”

“Great!” Steve enthused. “I’ll talk to you later, then!”

Tony smiled awkwardly, nodding, before putting the lawnmower back together as best he could and shoving it back in the garage. He promised it that when this was all over and his life wasn’t in shambles anymore, he would spend some time fixing it.

Tony was giving Peter some peanut butter crackers when he heard the roar of a lawnmower. He smiled. “Steve’s mowing our lawn, Pumpkin Eater.”

“D’eve!” Peter garbled around the crackers, throwing his arms up cheerfully.

“Yup, Steve,” Tony repeated, walking over to the window so Peter could see him and put a name to a face.

He choked when he saw that Steve had foregone a shirt in the heat. Jesus Christ that was a lot of muscles.


Bucky sighed and flopped onto the couch face-first.

“Hi,” Steve said, looking up from his sketchbook. “Long day?”

“Fuck off.”

Steve frowned and set his sketchbook aside to walk over to him, beginning to rub his back. “What’s wrong?”

“Fucking Rumlow tried to hire me to keep an eye on his asshole client’s husband.”

“You don’t work with Rumlow anymore,” Steve pointed out calmly, still heated about how Rumlow’s checks for Bucky’s prior work kept conveniently getting lost in the mail. “Tell me you turned him down.”

Bucky jerked his head up. “I said he tried, not that he got me to do it.”

“Good,” Steve began, then frowned. “Oh.”

That meant he didn’t have a job then. Rumlow was doing his level best to make sure no one else hired Bucky as a private investigator. Bucky was the best at what he did but when he realized that Rumlow was using his information to hurt other people, he’d stopped working for him. Rumlow hadn’t taken that particularly well. Steve’s comic was selling pretty steadily but without Bucky’s paychecks their monthly budget was getting kind of tight. Bucky would probably be pissed that Steve had turned down Tony’s offer of money for the lawn—

“No, I got a job,” Bucky grumbled. “It’s from Natasha though. She’s the only one that hasn’t hopped on the ‘Barnes is a menace and a liar’ train.”

“Well,” Steve began, then stopped awkwardly. Sometimes Natasha and Bucky were the best of friends and sometimes they were at each others’ throats. He didn’t really understand most days, and he didn’t know what their relationship was right now. “Well,” he said again. “That’s something, right?”

“Protection detail,” Bucky whined. “I’m supposed to keep anyone her client’s husband might hire away from her client’s house.”

“Oh,” Steve said. Bucky hated protection details. He had been to jail for protection details and had sometimes failed to be bailed out by his clients. “Oh, well—you can, you can still say no—”

“No, I took it,” Bucky sighed, sitting up. “I need to do something. And Natasha said it’s for a personal friend of hers. If she thinks one of her friends needs protecting, then…” He tilted his head a little. “Well, she’s paying me good money for it. And she said she’ll owe me one for it on top of that.”

“Oh wow,” Steve said, because Natasha owing them one? That would be good for a rainy day, honestly. “Okay. Who are you protecting? How long is the detail? Will you be gone long?”

“Honestly after the shit day I had I was kinda avoiding looking at it,” Bucky admitted.

Steve got up to grab his satchel and pulled the thick case file from it. “Gotta love how thorough she is.”

“I guess. Can you read it to me, hon’? I’d really like to just lie here a little while longer,” Bucky sighed, flopping back onto the couch.

Steve nodded. “Yeah, sure.”

“You’re the best, babe,” he murmured, smiling a little. He waited a few minutes for Steve to start reading to him, then frowned when he didn’t, opening his eyes to look at him. “Steve? Doll? You okay?”

Steve stared at the file a little longer before dragging his eyes up to him, horrified. “This—this is Tony. The neighbor that Colonel Rhodes wanted us to keep an eye on? Because his husband’s a huge dick and might go after him because of his divorce?”

“Gimme!” Bucky barked, holding his hand out for the file, and didn’t bitch when Steve tucked his chin on his shoulder so he could read it too.

Tony Stark owned an electronics company that was branching out into green energy, a very lucrative business. He also had various stocks and bonds left to him by his parents’ estate, and an adorable two-year-old named Peter of whom they’d just finalized their adoption. Tiberius Stone had signed a prenup, and when Tony had served him with divorce papers, had decided to do his level best to drag it out and drain every inch of money he could from Tony, finding a judge either sympathetic enough or easily bribed enough to entertain it.

Natasha had been brought in by Pepper Potts, Tony’s assistant-slash-business-partner-slash-best-friend, the moment she caught wind of it. That was good, because Natasha already hated Rumlow, Stone’s lawyer, and loved going at it in the courts with him. Bucky felt his heart sink in his chest a little, because for all intents and purposes, the only thing Tony had ever done wrong was marry the wrong person, but Rumlow was going to hire someone to get information to make Tony look unfit and awful—Bucky knew that from experience.

“I’ll just hafta stay on my toes, ‘s all,” Bucky decided firmly.

Tony had enough cards stacked against him, but if Natasha thought he was worth protecting? If Colonel Rhodes thought he was worth protecting? He’d do it. Natasha was morally gray sometimes but she was freakishly protective of her friends, and Colonel Rhodes was a good man—if he thought Tony was worth protecting, Bucky believed him.

Besides, Steve had already told him how much Tony obviously loved his son. Bucky had always been pretty weak when it came to parents that loved their children anyway.

I Think She’s Just Clumsy

Request: Can I request a dad tony x reader where she’s been very accidental prone so he thinks something bad is going on. She swears it’s nothing so he spies on her for a few days and sees that no one has been hurting her. But she walks into things and trips on her own feet. He figures out she has bad eye sight but she was too embarrassed to say anything about it. Sadly this is the story of my life lol. 

Warnings: None

A/N: Pretend that all the avengers are friends.

Originally posted by thesoldierchildren

Tony had been noticing your strange behavior is month, and knew something was up. Especially one day when you came home when bruises and scrapes on your arm.

“Y/N? Are you being bullied?” He asked you seriously.

“What?!” You seriously didn’t know what made him think that.

He motioned toward your arm.

“Oh” You got quieter. “Um No, I’m not. It’s nothing”

You stood up and were walking to your room when you ran into a boulder.

Oh never mind, it’s just Steve. 

“Oh Sorry Steve” You said as you re-centered yourself. Steve shrugged and kept walking.
Once you were in your room tony turned to Steve.

“There’s something seriously wrong with Y/N. I think she’s being bullied or something”

“I don’t know, but I think we need to find out” Steve replied.

Tony had gotten Steve, Sam and Bucky to go with him. They had decided to just see what you were up to.

“There she is!” Tony said quietly and he ducked behind a bush. The rest of them followed his action.

“This is ridiculous, we’re grown men hiding behind a bush spying on a teenage girl” Said Steve.

“God Steve you make it sound so weird” Sam replied as he turned away from you.

“It’s not weird we’re just making sure she’s not getting into any trouble!”
And just on cue with Tony’s words you walked into a metal pole.

“Owww, that’s gotta hurt” Bucky said as he rubbed his forehead in the same place that you hit the pole.

They watched you trip over a chorus of things, but never had any of them seen someone trip over there own feet quite the way that you did.

“Tony I don’t think your daughter is being bullied. I think she’s just really really clumsy” Steve squinted his eyes as you walked into another person. Bucky and Sam both nodded in agreement.

“Or…”


“Hey Y/N? How many fingers am I holding up?” Tony held up some fingers dangerously close to your face.
“Uhh.. Maybe.. fou-”

“No” Tony cut you off.

“Thre-”

“Nope”

You Shrugged.

“Y/N. you are so Farsighted that you can’t even walk without tripping over your own feet”

“That’s not true-”

“Okay then, wall all the way across this room without running into something”

“Yeah, no thanks”

“I am not going to wear glasses” You said stubbornly on the way home From the eye doctor.

“Y/N, you look fine”

“Oh hey Y/N!” Natasha greeted you as you came in.“Those look great!” She pointed towards your glasses.

“Oh thanks” You replied, you were on your way to your room when you tripped and fell over the side of the couch.Tony pierced his lips together.

“Okay maybe she is just clumsy”


Ok So I’ve been doing a lot of fluff lately. But tomorrow I have something super angsty