hi hi hi hi can you write a tony stark x ftm reader where reader is an equestrian and gets spoiled with abunch of really expensive horse stuff (and probably rare horses too..) all the time by tony?
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Pronouns used: you/your
Tony Stark x FTM reader (equestrian themed)
Warnings: Tony is a bit of an ass, reader is an icon.
It’s funny how things end up, one second you’re holding on by a frayed thread, trying to balance the normal stresses of life and the issue of being so far from financially stable, and the next? You catch the eye of someone who commands life rather then let it rule him, someone who’s foundations never falter. He’s so self assured, unfazed, effortlessly confident, intelligent, and overwhelming wealthy.
For the longest of times you had this dream, mostly unattainable. The idea of being secure, to the point you could giddily buy some animals to look after and spoil. At a younger age, you were around horses, a distant neighbour with a couple of mares. Tall, strong and yet utterly affectionate. You’d ‘sneak’ some apples over the fence at any opportunity (the neighbours were always aware and amused).
They laxly offered them up to ride, it wasn’t a yes or no question, it was a flurry of excited nods and begging your family to buy you some riding gear. From then the love for horses in particular festered, climbing on them with your slightly oversized helmet, brushing their manes with the upmost care. You’d spend hours braiding tails and scratching them behind the ears, right in the spot that made them pull their lip back in toothy smiles.
You almost became engrained into their paddocks, always insistent to the neighbours that you truly didn’t mind feeding them. It certainly made their nights easier, some spritely kid who memorised the feed and did it by muscle memory.
It was a peace you couldn’t quite describe, making fuss of a gentle giant who could not speak to you, but somehow understood you. On days that were hard, gravelled with sadness and a slump that wouldn’t ease, they’d rest their giant heads on yours, or nudge into you like they were attempting to fix the slouch themselves. The best days were ones with orange skies, the sun slowly lowering and illuminating the fields. Pure warmth pouring on your skin while laying tiredly on one of the mares, they didn’t lie down too often, so these times were deeply treasured.
The contrast of moving away from the endless green and life to a forest of concrete and skyscrapers was jarring. It’s not that things were devoid of life or colour here, it was just, different, a touch lonelier. Which had a bitter taste of irony considering the population size was up by thousands in comparison.
You just needed some coffee, the morning had just begun and already it was too taxing, weighing on you so claustrophobically. It was the flimsiest way of coping, tired beyond comprehension? Line up for a buzz of caffeine and hope for a miracle that your energy would return in full force. It never did, but sometimes it took the edge off, made you feel less like a half functioning corpse.
That’s when you met him, the arrogance at first had poured off in waves. With the most entitlement you have ever seen in one body, this man walked pointedly straight past you and skipped the line. To make it worse he had the gall to be so indecisive about his order, wasting your precious, exhausted time. It took a few seconds to register to your slumped brain that whoever this was had just very rudely skipped ahead.
The fact he was in a way too expensive and lavish suit didn’t register, nor the bodyguard a few paces behind. With a slow, angry brain you stepped closer to him, “hello?”
Even the way he turned was stupidly obnoxious, notching down some sunglasses to stare at you with idle boredom. It was even more infuriating that he was attractive, deep brown eyes, tanned skin, neat facial hair that you had the odd thought of scraping your cheek against. He didn’t respond, just stared, and raised a singular eyebrow.
“You just skipped in front of me, so if you don’t mind, I’m going to say my order and you’re going to wait.” In hindsight that probably wasn’t the best approach, talking down to him like a dog. Why was he a little familiar?
A flicker of amusement crossed his face, sculpted lips barely holding in a smug smirk. “Am I now?”
You simply brushed past him, saying your order relaxed and smooth. You didn’t spare him a glance as you picked up the cup of steaming coffee.
There were distant sputters as you walked away, him obviously expecting to be acknowledged at least once more. For curiosity’s sake, you turned back, meeting his gaze. Whether it was the lack of consuming the coffee that made your brain hazy, or just pure impulsiveness, you winked.
-
Tony Stark couldn’t stop drinking coffee. He kept returning to that coffee van, copperish in colour with a minimalist look. But it had a couple plants in view on shelves, and they even had paper straws. The ‘hero’ part of him made him veer towards it, all in the name of saving the turtles. That’s when he’d seen you, fiery and tired, cutting through his bullshit, pulling a reaction out of him so foreign.
It had become routine to stop by, and for a while you were a no show. Then one day that changed, you were with a friend, laughing and smiling. You were radiant.
He doesn’t know what compelled him to go over to your and very scratchily clear his throat, and offer to pay for you and your friend’s order.
The way you paused in slight confusion, and then brightly smiled towards him in gratitude. Oh it had him be a goner.
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You liked horses. every time they were brought up in conversation, you lit up like a live wire, passionate. Knowledgable about breeds, eager to bet in races, to watch them.
He asked you, only once. “You‘ve looked after horses right?”
After an excited yes, he filed it away for later. Not too much later though.
Within a short time span, Tony Stark had gone overboard with buying a property with a built in stable, acres of land, and of course, horses.
Like a hawk, he’d watched you. Listened when you mentioned your favourite breeds.
Then, one night after a beautiful date, stars shining in the sky, candlelight and moderately okay cooking. Tony had whisked you away, “for a drive” he had phrased it as.
You were stunned, shocked. Standing in front of an ethereal home, it felt like belonging. And the stables...
The horses. Your gaze took too long to notice them, but when you did, you breathed out a laugh. The smile that graced your face should’ve been painted for him to always remember.
“Don’t say I don’t spoil you.”
You guffawed at him, “you’re unbelievable.”
He smiled, leaning down to press a warm kiss to your forehead. “I’m glad to see my man happy.”
A/N: Hi my lovely!! So glad you sent in a request for me, I myself am not too centred in equestrian stuff, so this may be short and sweet, I hope you enjoy it nonetheless <3
(Yes I finally am getting to my requests!!)
