#irondad fluff

[moritashie]

They’re there

[hurtspideyparker]

"What's up small fry?" Tony asks when he catches a blur of red and blue in the corner of his eye.

He continues unscrewing pieces from inside the old car engine at random, deconstructing the machine. Tony looks up at Peter when he gets no reply.

"Pete?"

Peter's hand slips from the door frame, trudging over to Tony across the workshop.

The sun must have gone down without Tony noticing, the only light in the room coming from a few scattered table lamps. Explains all the squinting he's been needing to do anyways. Peter doesn't have his mask on, but his face is too shadowed to read.

"How was patrol? I think someone made dinner, we can heat it up together. Or there's that mac and cheese you like—"

Peter comes closer and doesn't stop until he's crashing into Tony in an all-encompassing embrace. His arms constrict around Tony's waist, face squashed into the older's chest.

"Oh."

Tony looks down at the tuft of gelled curls, a warm sigh leaving Peter's mouth as his body melts into Tony.

Tony's arms jerk to catch the boy, scared he'll simply wash away, but Peter only relaxes further into the hug. Peter secures his grip with an unwavering hold despite the tension that drains from him in a steady stream.

When the hug sustains Tony pulls him closer, tucking his chin over Peter's head and breathing out his own restlessness. One arm rubs up and down Peter's back, thumb drawing a strong pressure into the firm muscle.

They stay like this; Tony's eyes close at some point, their breathing syncing into even exchanges like heart beats. He isn't sure if he should be worried or confused, but all thoughts flit out of his brain at the genuine expression of affection being laid upon him.

It's Peter who lets go first, death grip sliding away until Tony becomes aware enough to unwrap his own self as well.

"Sorry, I just really needed that," the boy mutters.

"Um. No problem."

Peter steps away, and Tony gives him a look up and down. He doesn't seem injured, but a weariness clings to his bones like laundry scent on fresh sheets.

"M'hungry. Can you make the mac n' cheese?"

Normally Tony would refuse, mostly out of the habit of saying 'no' whenever someone asks something of him before he even actually considers it, but Peter's eyes are big and earnest, and he quite possibly has turned Tony into a giant teddy bear with the way he's been appeased and clung to.

"Sure thing. Why don't you go get changed and I'll meet you in the kitchen?"

Tony is plating up the steaming, alarmingly orange food with a side of the lamb chop someone cooked earlier and a peeled clementine when Peter wanders into the room. He's in his signature hello kitty pajama pants and a striped sweater Tony is sure is his girlfriend Michelle's.

He looks a bit better now, simply sleepy instead of dead on his feet, the attempt of usual pep in his step as he comes and lays his head down in his arms on the kitchen table.

Tony places the food in front of him, Peter immediately shoving a spoonful of the pasta into his mouth without picking his head up.

"Fank 'ou."

Tony lets a humorous puff of air out of his nostrils.

"You're welcome, now don't talk with your mouth full," he says while ruffling the boys hair.

He swallows, "your hand smells like oranges."

Tony pilfers a piece of fruit from Peter's plate, taking a seat across from the boy and shooting a brief raise of his eyebrows his way.

"I wonder why."

Peter smiles at him.

He smiles back.

[irondadmadlads]

Irondad Prompts #279:

Tony: Peter, this is some of the most impressive work I’ve seen!! I’m so proud of you, kiddo!

Peter, who half assed his internship work so he could go patrolling: …it is??

[not-me-underc0ver]

Peter has always had trouble falling asleep. It was an on and off struggle, more times on than off, truthfully.

Some nights, if he pushed himself to his absolute limits, he would conk out the moment his head hit the pillow. Other nights he would toss and turn for hours before eventually drifting off.

Most nights, though, when he found himself facing trouble, he'd turn on a video and watch it until he passed out. Typically presentations by Tony Stark.

It was just easier to sleep with something going on in the background, and he liked science and he was a fan of Tony Stark. So it worked out.

-

He first started to realize this was not the best idea when the teacher, suffering from a hangover, put on a video of Tony Stark.

Peter had lost count of the amount of times he caught himself falling asleep.

But, as Peter left the classroom, he realized it was probably fine. It wasn't like he was ever going to meet Tony Stark.

-

Then he did meet Tony Stark.

[monireh89]

Ok, so here it is. I couldn’t find a fic that would fit this picture but if you know one, feel free to send me a link.

Kudos, comments or reblogs will make my day! 🤪😁

[mystey-here]

if anyone would like to write an irondad tickle cheer up fic where peter (somehow) managed to fail his math class because of everything that he has going on and he’s feeling really terrible able himself for it and tony cheers him up (obviously including tickles) and just very wholesome fluffy sweet that’d be nice because it is i how had failed their math class and i am very distraught about it

[lemonlillybee]

Pass the Sleep

Title: Pass the Sleep

Fandom: Irondad

Word Count: 677

A/N: brought to you by the fact that I need to use the sleep, and also prompt #78 from @irondadmadlads, and also @comfortember prompts: exhaustion & pass out 

Tony’s Saturday morning routine is always the same. He wakes up, showers and gets dressed, and then heads to the kitchen to grab two bowls, two spoons, and whatever boxes of cereal Peter has requested for the week. Usually, Peter beats him to the kitchen, but today he’s nowhere to be seen and Tony takes the opportunity to drink an extra cup of coffee and mindlessly scroll through the news on his phone. 

An hour later, he’s about to pour himself a bowl of cereal when he hears someone shuffling into the kitchen behind him.

“Good morning!” He says, turning to see Peter. 

“Morning,” Peter replies, yawning immediately afterward. He looks tired, with dark circles under his eyes and his hair sticking up in all directions. He’s wearing a hoodie that’s too big for him, one that Tony recognizes as his own, and it makes him look small as he climbs onto a bar stool at the counter next to Tony.

“How did you sleep?” Tony asks, though he has a feeling he already knows the answer. He slides the cereal box and the carton of milk across to Peter.  

“Mmhm,” Peter says absently, pouring cereal into his bowl. He slides it back, then reaches for the milk, unscrewing the lid and carefully tipping it into his bowl. Once his bowl is nice and full, he puts the cap back on the milk and clears his throat. “Do you need to use the sleep?”

Tony snorts out a laugh, then looks over at Peter, who’s holding the milk carton out to him, eyes still on his cereal. Tony waits and watches him for a full thirty seconds before Peter looks over.

“Oh.” Peter scrunches up his face. “I mean, the, uh…” He blinks a few times, looking back and forth between Tony and the milk. Tony’s just about to take pity on him when he pushes the milk aside and scrubs a hand over his face. “Maybe I need to use the sleep.” 

“Yeah. Sounds like it, bud. Didn’t sleep well last night?”

Peter shakes his head and drops his head into his hands. “Not really.” 

“Well, it’s the weekend. How about you finish your breakfast and then go back to bed?” When he doesn’t get a response, Tony turns on his stool to fully face Peter. He reaches out and puts a hand on the teen’s back, rubbing back and forth a little. “Or,” he says. “We could hang out on the couch for a bit? Watch a movie and rest?” 

Peter nods quickly at that, not meeting Tony’s eyes. He starts to spoon cereal into his mouth, and Tony keeps a hand on Peter’s back, sipping from his coffee mug and watching Peter eat. When he starts in on his second bowl, Tony finally pours himself some cereal, biting back the urge to jokingly ask Peter to ‘pass the sleep’, knowing that if Peter is this quiet, something is up beyond him just being tired. After Tony finishes his bowl, and Peter finishes his third, he stands and sets his dishes in the sink before going into the living room to set up the couch. By the time Peter is done with five bowls of cereal– his usual amount, Tony is happy to note– the couch is more of a blanket nest than it is furniture, and Peter takes one look at it and smiles for the first time that morning.

“You pick the movie,” Tony tells him, waiting for Peter to get settled among the blankets before tossing him the remote. Peter sprawls out and bites his lip while he scrolls through the viewing options, his eyelids heavy. 

Tony notices Peter bunching up a blanket under his head and hops up to go grab him a pillow. When he returns, Peter is completely passed out, face buried into the blanket under his head and one leg dangling off the couch in an uncomfortable-looking position. Tony shakes his head, smiling fondly, and joins Peter on the couch to sit with him until he wakes up.

[allegra-writes]

The Intervention

Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

General audiences

Warnings: none

The Request:

Peter and Reader hanging out at the compound. They fall asleep together and Tony finds them. They insist they are just friends but have feelings for each other, even if themselves don't know it yet.

Tony ships it.

For @sovereignparker

MY MASTERLIST

Tony Stark was at his wits end.

He, who had built the first iron man prototype in a cave, invented time travel, and pretty much single handedly defeated Thanos and his army, didn't know what to do. And it was all your fault. Well, yours and Peter's, actually.

At first it had been… kind of cute. Endearing. The way you both were so obvious yet so oblivious. You and Peter had grown really close after the blip, a little too close, in fact: Always hanging out together, watching movies or playing video games, or just doing nothing. Tony had never seen Peter spend that much time at the compound before. And he was sure you definitely didn't use to hang at the lab so much before either. 

Then had came the most noticeable signs, like you wearing Peter's hoodies and Peter sporting one of your hair ties on his wrist. Peter's ringtone for you was "Uptown girl" for fucks sake! (some stupid punk-pop cover, cause his protegee had no taste apparently).

It had all reached its zenith during that mission in Bahrain, where the enemy had managed to land a solid one on the quinjet and the whole team had been stuck on land for the night. They had been forced to pile up in this cheap hostel, all six in the same room. And there were enough beds for everybody but you and Peter had started fighting over the top bed of the bunk and it had been vicious. Until you both had agreed to share it, that was. 

Every single one of the Avengers had been convinced you guys were a couple after that, including Tony. But the thing was, Peter Parker was shit at lying. And he insisted you and him were just friends, and he did look like he was telling the truth. So Tony had started looking through the security cameras, watching hours and hours of footage of Peter and you together. Pepper had scolded him, telling him what a horrible invasion of his firstborn's privacy it was, but the thing was there was nothing private there: No making out, no pda, NOTHING. Not even pecks on cheeks or hand holding. 

So he had resigned to the fact that you and underoos were completely platonic. 

Strangely enough, he had felt… disappointed.

"That's not strange at all, Tony. You love Peter like a son. Y/n dating him would be the perfect way for him to officially become a part of this family" Damn Pepper and her way to psychoanalyze him.

"Yeah well, apparently, when I wanna do that," Pepper raised an eyebrow at his husband's use of 'when', not 'if', "I'm going to have to adopt him. Cause I have to do everything in this house!"

The redhead rolled her eyes and went back to her book, leaving Tony to his brooding, blissfully ignorant to the ideas already taking shape in the billionaire's mind. 

But for the first time in his life, nothing Tony did seemed to work. He had tried sending you notes from a secret admirer, but you knew Peter's handwriting. He had tried pairing you both at galas and balls, but you both had disappeared with Harley and that crazy socialite Kate Bishop for an impromptu shooting competition. He had even tried locking the both of you in a closet, but since the vulture guy incident Peter had developed claustrophobia and a panic attack wasn't very inducive to romance. Steve had drawn the line at sending you undercover as a couple on a fake mission. 

"He just doesn't want to lose the bet" Clint had told him. Tony was too afraid to ask.

That's why he wasn't even surprised to find the both of you, asleep together on the couch that sunday morning. Oh no, what he was, was completely fed up. He walked past you, straight into the kitchen where the rest of the team was having breakfast, like a man on a mission, standing in front of the coffee maker, capturing every one's attention. He turned around, meeting Rodhey's eye. 

"It's time"

That was all he had to say for the Avengers to leave their plates and cups where they were and stand up, following the man of iron back into the living room. They formed a semicircle in front of the couch, with Tony standing tall (or as tall as a man who was 5'7 could stand while surrounded by gods and giants and supersoldiers) and assertive in the middle. 

Peter's tingle must have sense something was amiss because the boy immediately stirred.

"Oh, hey, mister Stark" He greeted, rubbing his eyes, voice hoarse from sleep and low, obviously trying not to disturb you, "sorry, we must've fallen asleep watching the movie.."

"Cut the bullshit, kid" Tony interrupted, unsmiling and straight to business, "this is an intervention"

"Wh-what?"

"We care about you and y/n very much," Clint continued, not giving him time to react, "but we can't go on like this any longer"

"This situation is hurting all of us, especially yourself, kid" Cap took over. Whatever this thing was, they had obviously rehearsed it, "There comes a time in every boy's life when he has to stand and take responsibility of his feelings like a man"

"So this is us, giving you an ultimatum," Bruce chimed in, "either you tell y/n how you feel…"

"Or we do" Thor finished. 

What. In the everloving. Fuck? 

"Guys, we're not… it's not… I-I'm not" Peter sputtered helplessly, very aware of what a light sleeper you were and how awkward things between you could turn if you heard this conversation. You were even shier than he was, even though you hid it better, and he didn't want anything to ruin your friendship, you were too precious to him. "I am not in love with y/n!" He whisper-yelled at last.

Tony crossed his arms, turning defensive.

"Why not? Is my daughter not good enough for the amazing Spider-Man?"

"What? No- I mean yes, I mean…" Peter sighed, rubbing his face with the hand not wrapped around you, still keeping you close to his chest throughout that whole… intervention debacle, "Your daughter is brilliant, and kind and amazing, and with all do respect mister Stark, she… well, she's hot! But not like in an objectifying kind of way, more in a she's really beautiful and I'm not blind kind of way and I don't care what the press says she is perfect and any body who can't see it is either blind or an idiot. If anything, I am not enough for her, but even so, I still want to be by her side because she's… because I…" Peter's rambling came to a halt, the boys eyes opening wide in horrified realization, "... Oh my god, holly shit, I'm in love with her, aren't I?!" 

A chorus of "finally" and "duh!" and "it was about god damned time" filled the living room, as Tony repressed the urge to roll his eyes and instead smiled kindly at the teenager holding his older daughter in his arms. He used to think that the day he saw something like that he would have felt dread, or anger, or at the very least protectiveness. But he felt nothing of the sort: he felt… calmed. He knew you were in good hands. Maybe that was what was making the difference. 

He patted the boy on the shoulder,

"Glad we could have this talk, underoos. Come on, team, I feel like getting donuts for breakfast. To celebrate, you know? Let's go get the jet!"

The room got emptied as quick as it had been occupied, leaving Peter stunned, his head a whirlwind of emotions. He was in love. With his best friend. With the most perfect girl he had ever seen.

With a girl in fact so perfect, so out of his league, he might as well have been playing a different sport. 

His heart sank into his stomach, killing most of the butterflies nesting there, and severely maiming the rest. He was screwed. There was no way you would like him back, just… none. He looked down, maybe your peaceful sleeping face could bring some calm to his disturbed brain, you usually had a soothing effect on his nerves.

But your face wasn't peaceful, or sleeping. No, you were looking back at him with a thousand different emotions flickering behind those pretty doe eyes of yours.

He closed his eyes, as if that alone could deny the reality of that moment, the moment his world was sure to fall apart.

"You heard all of that, didn't you?" 

"Yeah," You murmured, voice catching slightly in your throat, "yeah I did"

"Great. Awesome" he pinched the bridge of his nose with his free hand. He didn't want to ask this, he really didn't. But he had to know the answer. "Now what?"

Frozen in place, he felt you crawl over his body, until you were nose to nose with him.

"Now? I think now… we kiss" You breathed against his lips.

His heart skipped a beat. Right before starting running, galloping wildly, like an untamed horse.

Yeah, he liked that idea...

The end.