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[agentcarters]

PEPPERONY VALENTINE’S DAY GIFT EXCHANGE 💕

Pepperony script to screen IM1 for @rorygilmore (part i, ii, iii).

[taz-skylar]

i love you 3000

for @georginahobart, happy (belated) valentine’s day & happy family day!

[wildblues]

when i drift off, i will dream about you. it’s always you.

PEPPERONY IN THE MCU ( 2008-2019 ) a valentine gift for  → @timothyolyphant !!

[hobbitpottaaaa]

Pepperony Gift Exchange 2021 For @thewindandthewolves  

“Deep Deep Feeling” by Paul McCartney

Here in my heart I feel a deep devotion It almost hurts It's such a deep emotion Now every time it rains It sometimes gets too much You know I feel the pain When I feel your loving touch

[wafflebatter8225]

Pepperony Gift Exchange Fic

Title: Top Chef

Pairing: Tony Stark/Pepper Potts

Rating: G/Fluff

Timeline: Takes place right after Iron Man 2

Recipient: @roberteliasdowney

Author’s Note: @roberteliasdowney I am so, so sorry for the lateness of your fic.  My muse did not want to cooperate with me.  I could not figure out a good coffee shop au fic for you, but I do hope you enjoy this.

Pepper blearily blinked her eyes open and it took her several moments to realize that she wasn’t in her house.  Heck she wasn’t even in her own bed.  She currently lay under devilishly soft sheets that had to be a four figure thread count.  Taking a deep breath, she inhaled the intoxicating combination of expensive sandalwood cologne and motor oil.  That meant she was in Tony Stark’s bed.

 The memories of last night surfaced to her mind: eating takeout in his living room, making out on the couch before activities moved upstairs.  Pepper remembered Tony’s callused hands over her body, the prickle of his mustache on her legs, and the weight of his arm over her hip as they fell asleep.  With a sleepy smile, she turned over and her hand encountered cool sheets.  Sitting up, Pepper wondered where Tony had disappeared. Did he regret letting her stay over?  Did he go sleep in another bedroom after she fell asleep?

  “I didn’t know if you wanted Tabasco or ketchup so I brought both.”

 Did he just go down stairs and make her breakfast?  He entered the bedroom carrying a tray of food.  

 It took a moment for her sleep addled brain to answer.  “Huh?”

 “For your scrambled eggs.” He stood by her side of the bed with a knowing smile.  “You thought I left.”

 “No I didn’t.”

 “Yes you did.”

 “Well…” she paused. “You did kind of leave.”

 “But to make you breakfast! Ta-da!” He lay down the tray over her legs with flourish.  He presented her with a plate of pancakes, scrambled eggs, and sausage with a cup of fresh coffee.  “I’m sorry about the sausage; it’s a little over done.”

 Overdone was an understatement; the meat was blackened to charcoal links.

 “This looks wonderful,” she replied softly.  “Thank you.”

 Pepper skipped over the sausage, and took a bite of the scrambled eggs.  It was like chewing on a mouthful of rubber bands.  Unlike his mushy omelet from several days ago, these were clearly overdone as well.  

 “I didn’t have enough time to make an omelet so I did scrambled eggs instead.”

 She didn’t have the heart to tell him a normal omelet didn’t take three hours to cook.

 Thankfully the Tabasco bottle was mostly full so that would help cover up the texture…she hoped.

 The pancakes looked safe as they were a fluffy golden brown, complete with a square of butter and smothered in maple syrup.  She cut a piece, and no batter came leaking out.  All right, Tony Stark couldn’t cook sausage or eggs, but maybe he could do pancakes.

 The moment the food hit her taste buds, she took the words immediately back.  No, no Tony Stark couldn’t cook pancakes.  They were salty?! How the hell did he make the pancakes so damn salty? The syrup thankfully cut some of the salt, but God, she couldn’t imagine how bad the pancakes would be without the condiment.

 She worked really hard to school her features as she forced the bite down, because he looked so hopeful. “What do you think?” he asked.

 If Tony were a puppy, his tail would be wagging.  His grin was big and his brown eyes twinkled with excitement.

 As bad as the food tasted, this man went out of his way to cook breakfast for her even though he couldn’t cook and never cooked; even for himself let alone anyone else.

 Taking his face between her hands, Pepper gave Tony a long slow kiss.  “Thank you.  I appreciate the thought very, very much.”

 She raked her fingers through the soft hair at the base of his neck.  “Maybe next time we can cook breakfast together.”  And hopefully teach him how to make a pancake with less salt than French fries.

 “Cook together or cook together?” he waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

 “Yes.”

[jelly-pies]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

"Three holidays…" Pepper arches an eyebrow, "in two weeks?"

Tony grins. "It was the Little Miss's idea."

"And it's a good one! Please, Mom?"

"Please, Pep?"

"That only works when she does it," Pepper laughs, dropping beside her family on the couch. "So how do we do this? Halloween first…"

"Then Christmas and New Year's," Morgan finishes. "The three holidays Daddy missed."

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Or, three times Pepper throws a special holiday celebration after Tony's recovery, and one time Tony surprises her with one.

My fic for @microgirl8225 for the Pepperony Gift Exchange! Belated Happy Valentines, I hope you like this Tony, Pepper, and Morgan fluff ❤️

[randomfandomtrashblog]

When everyone at Stark Industries refuses to see the truth, a desperate and daring Virginia Potts takes her findings to the one person who just might listen to her: Tony Stark. ~ Tony and Pepper reminisce on the day they first met.

@theherothechampiontheinquisitor​ Happy Valentine’s Day from your Pepperony Secret Valentine 💕 I hope you enjoy this story and I hope you have a wonderful Valentine’s Day! 😊

[agentcarters]

PEPPERONY VALENTINE’S DAY GIFT EXCHANGE 💕

Pepperony script to screen IM1 for @rorygilmore (part i, ii, iii).