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Hey! I'm Alexis and I'm new to this whole fan fiction writing. Though I have read plenty in my time so hopefully you enjoy what I've written so far! Look below for my full list works in progress, one-shots, and even a completed mini-series.

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Tony Stark

Masterlist

Peter Highman

One Bad Day 1/2/3/4/5 Overtime Stress Relief - Anon Ask

Hank Palmer

The Long Summer Masterlist Morning Devotion 1/2 - Anon Ask Sunday Morning - Anon Ask Joint Venture - Anon Ask

Paul Avery

Last Call 1/2

Sherlock Holmes

The Science of Desire The Transformation of Sherlock Holmes 1/2 - Anon Ask Checkmate 1/2 - Anon Ask The Green-Eyed Detective - Anon Ask

Harry Castillo

Terms & Conditions Masterlist

George of the Jungle

Wildly in Love

Bruce Banner

The Internship 1/2/3 (WIP) Liquid Courage The Equation of You and Me - Anon Ask

Dr. Jack Abbott

Downward Facing Everything Bruised But Not Broken Starved

Titus Danforth

The Devil You Know 1/2/3

Andrew “Pope” Cody

Undone

Actors

Robert Downey Jr.

Morning Wood Dust and Desire 1/2/3/4/5/6/Epilogue (Completed) The Perfect Gift - Anon Ask In Frame 1/2 - Anon Ask The Cane - Anon Ask Tangled Up in You - Anon Ask

Pedro Pascal

Only Mine Sent, Delivered, Desired A Valentine's Worth Waiting For The Birthday Surprise Golden Nights Behind the Lens The Weight of Being Seen - Anon Ask

Jeffrey Dean Morgan

Mouth

David Harbour

After Hours

Shawn Hatosy

Yes, Chef Desperate Measures

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Part 2: Office Hours and Lingering Looks

Pairing: Professor Tony Stark x F!Reader

Anon Request

Parts 1/2/3/4/5/6/7/Epilogue

Warning/Rating: 18+; explicit, graphic sexual activity (oral stimulation, manual stimulation, penetration, orgasms described in detail), unprotected sex, explicit language, power imbalance (professor-student romantic/sexual relationship), adult themes.

Word Count: 2.2 K

The first time she came to his office hours, Tony told himself it was purely academic interest.

She knocked on his door three days after that first lecture, and when he called "Come in," she poked her head around the doorframe with an uncertain expression.

"Hi," she said. "Is this a bad time?"

Tony looked up from the paper he was grading and felt that same jolt of awareness he'd experienced in the lecture hall. She was wearing a different hoodie today - this one navy blue - and her hair was down, falling in soft waves around her shoulders.

"Not at all," he said, gesturing to the chair across from his desk. "Come in. Sit."

She did, perching on the edge of the chair like she might need to make a quick escape. She had her notebook with her, and Tony noticed it was covered in neat handwriting and small diagrams.

"What can I do for you?" he asked, leaning back in his chair.

"I had a question about the problem set," she said, opening her notebook. "Problem three, specifically. I got an answer, but I'm not sure if my approach was correct."

Tony held out his hand, and she passed him her notebook. He scanned her work, impressed despite himself. Her approach was unconventional but elegant, and her math was flawless.

"This is perfect," he said, looking up at her. "Why did you think it was wrong?"

She bit her lip. "It seemed too simple. Like I must have missed something."

"Sometimes the elegant solution is the correct one," Tony said, handing back her notebook. "You have good instincts. Trust them."

She smiled, and there was that blush again. "Thank you."

"Is that all you wanted to ask about?"

She hesitated, then shook her head. "Actually, I was wondering... in lecture, you mentioned an alternative theory that says every possibility actually happens in different universes. I've been reading about it, but I'm having trouble understanding how that solves the problem without creating even more problems."

Tony grinned. "Now that's a good question. How much time do you have?"

"Um, my next class isn't for two hours."

"Perfect. Let me show you something."

He stood and moved to the whiteboard on his wall, and for the next hour, they dove deep into the implications of many-worlds theory. Tony drew diagrams and equations, and she asked questions that demonstrated not just understanding but genuine insight. She challenged his explanations, proposed alternatives, and made connections he hadn't expected.

It was exhilarating.

Somewhere in the middle of explaining how different possibilities lose their connection to each other, Tony realized he'd moved closer to her. She was standing now too, pointing at something on the board, and they were close enough that he could smell her shampoo: something floral and light.

Their hands brushed as they both reached for the marker at the same time, and Tony felt electricity shoot up his arm. She jerked back, blushing furiously, and he forced himself to step away.

"Sorry," she mumbled.

"Don't be," Tony said, his voice rougher than intended. He cleared his throat. "You were saying something about branching timelines?"

They finished the discussion, but Tony was hyperaware of every movement she made, every time she tucked her hair behind her ear, every small smile when she understood a concept.

When she finally left, citing her next class, Tony sat down at his desk and stared at the whiteboard covered in their collaborative work.

He was so fucked.

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The second time she came to office hours, Tony had been expecting her. Hoping for her, if he was honest with himself.

She knocked at exactly 2 PM, right when his office hours started, and Tony felt his pulse quicken.

"Come in," he called, and when she entered, he couldn't help but smile. "Becoming a regular, I see."

"Is that okay?" she asked, that familiar nervousness creeping into her voice. "I don't want to monopolize your time."

"You're not," Tony assured her. "I'm here for students. Especially ones who ask interesting questions. What's on your mind today?"

She sat down, and this time she seemed slightly more comfortable. "I've been thinking about what we discussed last time. About those alternative theories and how possibilities connect. And I had a thought about how it might relate to advanced computing."

Tony leaned forward. "I'm listening."

What followed was a discussion that lasted nearly two hours. She'd clearly been thinking about this all week, and her ideas were sophisticated and well-reasoned. Tony found himself not just teaching but genuinely collaborating, bouncing ideas back and forth.

At some point, she'd moved to the chair beside his desk instead of across from it, so they could both see his computer screen as he pulled up some research papers. They were close. Close enough that Tony could see the flecks of gold in her brown eyes, close enough that when she leaned forward to point at something on the screen, her shoulder brushed his.

"See, right there," she said, her finger on the screen. "That's what I was thinking about. If you could keep the possibilities from interfering with each other long enough, you could theoretically -"

She turned her head to look at him, and suddenly they were face to face, inches apart. Her words died on her lips, and Tony watched her eyes widen, her lips part slightly.

For a moment - one breathless, charged moment - Tony thought about closing that distance. About finding out if her lips were as soft as they looked.

Then she pulled back, her cheeks flaming, and Tony forced himself to focus on the screen.

"That's a really interesting idea," he said, his voice carefully neutral. "Have you thought about the practical applications?"

They finished the discussion, but the air between them felt different now. Charged. Aware.

When she left, Tony sat in his office for a long time, staring at nothing.

This was getting dangerous.

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By the third week, her visits to his office hours had become routine. She came every Tuesday and Thursday, always with questions, always with ideas that challenged and excited him.

And Tony found himself looking forward to those visits more than anything else in his week.

He learned things about her in those sessions. She was a senior, graduating in May. She was considering graduate school but wasn't sure where. She loved physics but also had a passion for philosophy, which explained her tendency to ask questions about the nature of reality. She was shy in groups but came alive in one-on-one conversations. She had a dry sense of humor that caught him off guard and made him laugh.

And she blushed. God, she blushed constantly. When he complimented her work. When their hands accidentally touched. When he made a joke that was slightly flirtatious. When he looked at her for too long.

Tony was addicted to that blush.

"You know," he said one Thursday afternoon, after they'd spent an hour discussing the deep implications of particle physics, "you're one of the best students I've ever had."

She looked up from her notebook, and there it was - that pink flush creeping up her neck. "I'm not - I mean, thank you, but I'm sure you've had much better -"

"I haven't," Tony interrupted. "You have an intuitive grasp of complex concepts that most PhD candidates would kill for. You ask the right questions. You're not afraid to challenge assumptions. You're brilliant."

The blush deepened, spreading across her cheeks. "You're just saying that."

"I never just say things," Tony said, leaning back in his chair. "Especially not compliments. Ask anyone who knows me - I'm notoriously stingy with praise."

She smiled, ducking her head. "Well, thank you. That means a lot, coming from you."

"Why?" Tony asked, genuinely curious. "What's so special about my opinion?"

She looked up at him, and there was something in her eyes that made his breath catch. "Because you're Tony Stark. You're one of the most brilliant physicists of our generation. You've published groundbreaking research. You could be anywhere, doing anything, but you're here, teaching. And you actually care about your students. That's... that's rare."

Tony felt something shift in his chest. "You've been researching me."

"Of course I have," she said, then immediately looked mortified. "I mean… not in a creepy way. Just, you know, academically. I read your papers. They're incredible."

"Which ones?" Tony asked, unable to help himself.

"All of them," she admitted. "But my favorite was your work on how particles affect each other and how information works in physics. The way you approached the problem was so elegant. I must have read it five times."

Tony stared at her. That paper was really complex and published in a specialized journal that most undergraduates never even look at.

"You read that five times," he said slowly.

"Is that weird?" she asked, looking worried. "That's weird, isn't it? I'm sorry, I -"

"It's not weird," Tony said, and his voice came out rougher than intended. "It's... impressive. And flattering. That paper took me two years to write."

"It shows," she said softly. "Every argument is so carefully constructed. Every equation is exactly where it needs to be. It's like... it's like poetry, but with math."

Tony felt something dangerous unfurl in his chest. This woman: this brilliant, shy, beautiful woman. Had read his most complex work multiple times and described it as poetry.

He was in so much trouble.

"I'm working on a follow-up," he heard himself say. "Expanding on some of the concepts. Would you... would you like to see it?"

Her eyes lit up. "Really? You'd let me read it?"

"Why not?" Tony said, even though he'd never shown his work-in-progress to a student before. "I could use a fresh perspective. And you clearly have the background to understand it."

"I'd love that," she said, and her smile was so genuine, so full of excitement, that Tony felt his heart do something complicated in his chest.

They spent the next thirty minutes discussing his new research, and Tony found himself explaining concepts he hadn't fully worked out yet, using her as a sounding board. She asked questions that made him think, pointed out potential problems he hadn't considered, and offered suggestions that were actually useful.

It was the most intellectually stimulating conversation he'd had in months.

When she finally glanced at her phone and gasped at the time, Tony realized with a start that his office hours had ended an hour ago.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry," she said, jumping up. "I completely lost track of time. You probably have things to do -"

"I don't," Tony said, standing as well. "And even if I did, this was more important."

She looked at him, and there was something in her expression - something soft and wondering - that made Tony's pulse race.

"Thank you," she said quietly. "For your time. For sharing your work with me. For... for everything."

"Thank you," Tony replied. "These conversations are the highlight of my week."

The words were out before he could stop them, and he watched her eyes widen, her cheeks flush that beautiful pink.

"Mine too," she whispered.

They stood there for a moment, the air between them thick with something unspoken. Tony's office suddenly felt very small, and he was acutely aware of how close they were standing, how easy it would be to reach out and touch her.

Then she stepped back, breaking the moment. "I should go. I have a study group."

"Right," Tony said, shoving his hands in his pockets to keep from reaching for her. "I'll see you in class tomorrow."

"Yes. Tomorrow." She gathered her things, and at the door, she paused. "Tony?"

"Yeah?"

"I really do love these conversations. I hope... I hope we can keep having them."

"We will," Tony promised. "As long as you want to."

She smiled - that shy, beautiful smile that was becoming his favorite thing - and left.

Tony sat down at his desk and put his head in his hands.

He needed to find a way to spend more time with her. These office hours weren't enough. He wanted more of her brilliant mind, more of her shy smiles, more of those moments when she forgot to be nervous and just let her passion for physics shine through.

He wanted more of her.

And that realization, more than anything else, told him just how far gone he already was.

But Tony Stark had never been good at denying himself what he wanted. And what he wanted, more than anything, was to know this woman better. To understand what made her tick. To see where this connection could go.

He just needed to find the right opportunity.

And as he sat in his office, surrounded by the equations they'd worked on together, an idea began to form.

An internship. In his lab. Working directly with him on his research.

It was perfect. Professional enough to be above board, but intimate enough to give him the time with her that he craved.

Now he just needed to convince her to say yes.

Though, given the way she looked at him, the way she blushed when he complimented her, the way she'd admitted these conversations were the highlight of her week too...

Tony didn't think that would be very hard at all.

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Part 1: The Girl in the Third Row

Pairing: Professor Tony Stark x F!Reader

Anon Request

Parts 1/2/3/4/5/6/7/Epilogue

Warning/Rating: 18+; explicit, graphic sexual activity (oral stimulation, manual stimulation, penetration, orgasms described in detail), unprotected sex, explicit language, power imbalance (professor-student romantic/sexual relationship), adult themes.

Word Count: 1.5 K

Tony Stark had been teaching at MIT for three years, and he’d thought he had seen it all. Overachievers trying to impress him. Slackers hoping to coast on his reputation. Students who are brilliant but lacked passion. Students who had passion but lacked the raw intellectual horsepower to keep up.

But the girl in the third row? She was something else entirely.

He’d noticed her the moment he walked into the lecture hall - Advanced Quantum Mechanics, his favorite course to teach because it separated the wheat from the chaff within the first two weeks. She was sitting in the third row, center seat, with a laptop already open and her fingers already poised like she was ready to capture every word that came out of his mouth. 

Pretty, he’d noted immediately. Dark hair pulled back in a ponytail, delicate features, and an expression of serious concentration that made her look younger than she probably was. She was wearing jeans and an MIT hoodie, nothing remarkable, but there was something about the way she held herself - a quiet confidence mixed with obvious nervousness - that caught his attention. 

Tony launched into his opening lecture, the one he’d given dozens of times but still enjoyed. He paced the front of the room, gesturing animatedly as he broke down how particles can exist in multiple states at once, occasionally throwing in a joke or pop culture reference to keep things interesting. 

Most of the students laughed at his jokes. A few took notes frantically. But the girl in the third row did both - she smiled at his humor, but her fingers never stopped moving. She was taking meticulous notes, her handwriting small and precise, and Tony found himself glancing at her more often than he should.

Forty minutes into the lecture, he posed a question to the class. “So, if we accept this theory, what does that tll us about the nature of reality before we observe something?”

Silence. A few students shifted uncomfortably. This was the kind of question that required actual thought, not just regurgitation of facts.

Then, slowly, a hand went up in the third row. 

Tony’s pulse quickened. “Yes?”

She cleared her throat, and even from across the room, he could see the flush creeping up her neck. “Well,” she began, her voice soft but steady, “if reality only exists when we observe it, then before observation everything is just probability. But that raises the question of whether the universe is predetermined or if observation actually changes what happens.”

The room went quiet. Tony felt something shift in his chest. 

“Go on,” he said, moving closer to her row, unable to help himself. 

She bit her lip - a gesture he found inexplicably endearing - and continued. “The problem is that this theory doesn’t really explain what counts as observation. Is it consciousness? Is it any interaction? And if observation changes things, then are we back to a universe that’s both predictable and random?”

Tony stopped walking. He was standing at the end of her row now, and he could see her more clearly. Her eyes were bright with intelligence, her cheeks flushed with the nervousness of speaking up in front of a room full of her peers. She was gripping a pen tightly, and he noticed her hands were trembling slightly. 

“That’s an excellent observation,” he said, and he meant it. “You’ve just identified one of the biggest problems in physics that experts have been debating for decades. What’s your name?”

“Um,” she said, and the flush deepened. “I’m… I’m in your class.”

A few students chuckled, and Tony grinned. “I gathered that. But I’d like to know your name.”

“Oh. Right. Sorry.” She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “It’s… I mean, I’m -” She took a breath. “I’m a student here.”

More laugher, and now she looked mortified. Tony felt a surge of protectiveness that surprised him. 

“How about this,” he said gently. “After class, come introduce yourself properly. I’d like to hear more of your thoughts on the measurement problems.”

She nodded, looking like she wanted to sink through the floor, and Tony forced himself to move on with the lecture. But for the remaining twenty minutes, he was acutely aware of her presence. Every time he glanced in her direction, she was focused on her notes, her fingers moving quickly across her keyboard. 

When class ended, students filed out in the usual chaos of backpacks and conversations. Tony packed up his materials slowly, watching the third row out of the corner of his eyes. For a moment, he thought she might bolt - she’d gathered her things quickly and was heading for the door. 

But then she stopped, took a visible breath, and turned back. 

She approached his desk with the careful steps of someone walking into a lion's den, and Tony had to suppress a smile. Up close, she was even prettier than he'd realized. Her eyes were a warm brown, and there was an intelligence in them that made his pulse quicken.

"Hi," she said quietly. "I'm sorry about before. I got nervous and forgot how to introduce myself like a normal person."

Tony laughed. "Don't apologize. I've seen much worse first impressions. Although I have to say, forgetting your own name is a new one."

She smiled, and it transformed her face. "I didn't forget my name. I just... panicked."

"Understandable. I'm very intimidating." He said it with a straight face, and she laughed - a genuine, surprised sound that made something warm bloom in his chest.

"You're really not," she said, then immediately looked horrified. "I mean… not that you're not impressive, because you are, you're brilliant, everyone knows that, I just meant -"

"Relax," Tony said, leaning against his desk. "I'm teasing. And you still haven't told me your name."

"Right. Sorry." She took a breath. "I'm -" She told him her name, and Tony committed it to memory immediately.

"Well," he said, "it's nice to officially meet you. That was a really insightful question you raised. Have you studied quantum mechanics before?"

"A little," she said, her nervousness easing slightly as they moved to academic territory. "I took an intro course last year, but I've been reading on my own. I find it fascinating."

"What specifically interests you?"

And just like that, they were off. She started talking about how particles can be connected and affect each other from far away, and Tony found himself genuinely engaged. She was brilliant - not just smart, but truly brilliant, with an intuitive grasp of complex concepts that most students took years to develop. But more than that, she was passionate. Her eyes lit up when she talked about physics, and her nervousness faded into enthusiasm.

Tony asked questions, challenged her assumptions, and watched her think through problems in real-time. She bit her lip when she was concentrating, and she had a habit of tucking her hair behind her ear when she was excited about an idea. Every gesture was unconscious and utterly charming.

They talked for twenty minutes before she glanced at her phone and gasped. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I have another class in five minutes across campus."

"Don't apologize," Tony said. "This was the most interesting conversation I've had all week."

She blushed again - that same pink flush creeping up her neck - and Tony realized he was already addicted to making her do that.

"Thank you, Professor Stark," she said, gathering her bag. "I really enjoyed it."

"Tony," he said. "Call me Tony."

She blinked. "I... is that appropriate?"

"Probably not," he admitted with a grin. "But I'm not big on formality. At least not in office hours."

"Okay," she said softly. "Tony."

Hearing his name in her voice did something to him. Something he absolutely should not be feeling about a student.

"I'll see you next class," he said, forcing himself to maintain professional distance.

"Yes. Definitely. Thank you again." She gave him one more shy smile and then hurried out of the lecture hall.

Tony watched her go, then sat down at his desk and ran a hand through his hair.

Well, fuck.

He was in trouble. Serious trouble. Because that girl - brilliant, shy, passionate, with a mind that could keep up with his and a blush that made him want to do very unprofessional things - was going to be a problem.

He'd spent three years at MIT maintaining perfect professional boundaries. He'd never so much as looked twice at a student, no matter how attractive or intelligent. It was a line he didn't cross.

But as he packed up his materials and headed to his office, Tony couldn't stop thinking about her. The way she'd challenged his lecture. The way she'd forgotten how to introduce herself because she was nervous. The way her eyes had lit up when they talked about quantum mechanics.

He needed to know her better. Needed to understand what made that brilliant mind tick. Needed to see her blush again.

And that, Tony thought as he unlocked his office door, was definitely going to be a problem.

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Can you tell us a little things about more of them? The Champions, Strangers in the Night, Plaid Perfection and Spicy Peter Highman One-shot

Absolutely! I love giving little teasers about my one-shots! I will say these are all anon requests so the ideas are purely my lovely anons!

The Champions

This is the second part of Checkered Flag (F1 Tony)! My anon's love to give Tony the family he always deserved so of course this has a cutesy pregnancy announcement!

Strangers in the Night

This is a new anon request, but it is about Tony x wife reader exploring some roleplaying.

Plaid Perfection

This is another new anon request! This one is based on Tony x girlfriend reader who spots Tony wearing an article of clothing that drives her wild.

Spicy Peter One-shot (Doesn't have a name yet)

A anon request I just got today which I'm excited about! Peter and wife reader get spicy when Peter returns from a business trip!

[nathangardnerisdaddy]

Congratulations on the new job ❤️

Thank you! Fingers crossed my unemployed streak has come to an end!

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I'm dying to read undercover hearts 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

I'm hoping to have it out soonish but I start my new job on Friday so releases may slow down!

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A little piece of Undercover Hearts, please?

You have so many great wips, I'm going crazy, I want to read them all 🤌🏻

It's gonna be a good one!

Fury’s expression was unreadable. “You’re newlyweds. Madly in love. Can’t keep your hands off each other. You know the drill.”

“I really don’t,” Tony said, running a hand through his hair - a nervous tell you’d learned to recognize. “I must have missed that day at SHIELD training. ‘How to Fake Marry Your Colleague 101.’ Was it a Tuesday? I skip Tuesdays.”

“You’re not SHIELD, Stark. You’ve never had SHIELD training.”

“Exactly my point.”

You pressed your fingers to your temples, trying to process this. Undercover work was part of the job. You’d done it before. But never with Tony. Never with the one person who made you lose your carefully constructed cool just by walking into a room. 

“When you say honeymoon suite,” you began carefully, “please tell me there are two beds.”

Fury’s silence was answer enough. 

“Oh, come on!” Tony exploded, shooting to his feet. “Fury, you can’t seriously expect us to - we’re professionals! We work together! There are rules about this kind of thing!”

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Sneak peek of this Nathan series, I love himmmmm

So it's called Across the Hall. Nathan x new teacher OC. The new teacher has her classroom across the hall from Nathan. He kinda becomes her mentor and they grow closer together. I don't have much written tbh.

Across the hall, the footsteps stopped.

Nathan glanced up despite himself.

Through his open classroom door, he could see directly into the room opposite his - the freshman history classroom that had been vacant since June when Carol Martinez finally retired after forty-three years of service. Carol had left with a bottle of cheap champagne and a speech about "getting out while she still had her sanity." Nathan had been the only one who'd laughed.

Now someone new was filling that space.

She was young. That was his first thought, followed immediately by a weary internal groan. Mid-twenties, maybe. Dark hair pulled back in a ponytail that somehow looked both professional and entirely too optimistic. She wore a blue sundress - a sundress, like she was going to a garden party instead of preparing to wage war against teenage apathy - and she was smiling as she unpacked a box labeled "CLASSROOM SUPPLIES" in aggressively neat handwriting.

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And that Tony x publisher reader series? Which one it is?

Ooo - clearly I forgot about that one! I kinda put it on hold at the moment because of all the requests that have been Tony focused! I want to try to get out a series not Tony focused even though I love him dearly!

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Begging a sneak peek of First Time For Everything

"You know," his voice cut through your thoughts as you stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows of the common area, "most people who work here at least pretend to be working."

You didn't jump. You'd learned not to give him the satisfaction. "Most bosses don't sneak up on their employees like creeps."

"Creep?" He moved into your peripheral vision, scotch in hand despite it being barely noon. "I prefer 'stealthy' or 'ninja-like.' Much better for the personal brand."

"Right. Because nothing says ninja like a three-piece Tom Ford suit and enough cologne to announce your presence three floors away."

Tony's laugh was genuine, the kind that crinkled the corners of his eyes. "It's not cologne, sweetheart. It's pheromones. And clearly they're working since you noticed."

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I'm humbly requesting some info/a snippet on Tides of Iron and Starlight One-shot

Hi honey! For you - anything!

"Tony," you whisper, and you're leaning toward him, drawn like the tide to the moon.

His hand finally makes contact, fingers brushing your cheek, and the touch sends electricity through your entire body. "I need to tell you something," he says, his voice rough. "I've been trying to find the right words for weeks now, but there's no right way to say this, so I'm just going to."

A wave of heat washes over you suddenly, intense and overwhelming. Your scales are tingling, your tail twitching, and you realize with a start that you've been out of the water too long. You need to dive, need to cool off, need to -

"I'm sorry," you blurt out, pulling away from his touch even though it's the last thing you want to do. "I need to - I have to -"

"Wait," Tony says, reaching for you, but you're already moving.

You flash him an apologetic smile, trying to ignore the confusion and hurt in his eyes. "Rain check on that confession, Captain?"

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I LOVE FLUFF

Can you tell me something about Fluffy Tony Stark and Fluffy/Emotional Tony Stark

Both are asks! I also just remembered that it's not Tony Stark, but Robert Downey Jr! One is reader taking care of a sick RDJ and how dramatic he can be. Cute, funny, and a little fluffy. The other is RDJ had a rough day and reader comforts him through it!

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This Hank x nurse reader will be so cute 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I just know it

It's definitely a work in progress but is turning out cute!

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The Rest of Forever & The Intern Problem 👀👀👀

The Rest of Forever

This is actually a second part to The Best Gift. Something big happens, but it's a secret!

The Intern Problem

Tony and reader are secretly dating. She just graduated from college and scored an internship at S.I.

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Curious about The Best Big Brother

Basically - Tony and Wife reader discover they are expecting. Peter has become their son essentially (lives with them, etc.) so they want to surprise him with a baby announcement.

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Ohh this is amazing, please tell me about:

- Undercover Hearts

- First Time For Everything

- Years in the Making

- Tides of Iron and Starlight

- Frequency

Undercover Hearts

Tony and reader have to go undercover has husband and wife.

First Time For Everything

Tony is older and more experienced and takes reader's virginity.

Years in the Making

Hank and nurse reader who grow close together while reader is taking care of the Judge.

Tides of Iron and Starlight

Pirate Captain Tony and mermaid reader who have a close bond.

Frequency

Reader is secretly a DJ when not working the the Avengers. The Avengers find out and Tony comes to reader's defense.

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WIP Tag Game!

Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Tag as many people as you have wips. People can send an ask with the title(s) that most intrigue them, then you post a snippet or tell them about it!

(Tagged by @claudette13)

You tagged the main, but the fic account is taking over! There are so many right now it's a little crazy.

The Long Summer (next couple of parts)

Terms & Conditions (next part)

The Internship Series (Bruce Banner)

Undercover Hearts (mini series)

Nathan Gardner Series

Dr. Jack Abbot/F!Reader Crossover w/ Tony Stark (Series)

First Time For Everything One-shot

The Champions One-shot

Years in the Making One-shot

The Rest of Forever One-shot

The Intern Problem One-shot

Tides of Iron and Starlight One-shot

Frequency One-shot

The Best Big Brother One-shot

Strangers in the Night One-shot

Plaid Perfection One-shot

Fluffy RDJ One-shot

Fluffy/Emotional RDJ One-shot

Spicy Peter Highman One-shot

Tagging: @dilfsbaby @written-smitten @ninihunt AND anyone else who wants to participate!