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Nothing To Wear

Requested by @lilacprincessofrecovery

Request:can i haev a request of tony stark x plus size reader where he takes her to the mall to get a fancy new outfit but cant find anything she can wear? please and thank you hun

Pairings: Tony x reader

Description: Tony takes the reader shopping, but it does not go as planned

You scowled over at the pile of clothes in the corner of your room. You needed something special to wear to the awards ceremony tomorrow night, but your own meager collection wasnt cutting it.

Tony was being awarded for his donation of laptops and other school supplies to children in third world countries. He, along with many other famous charitable people would be gathered together under one roof, dressed to the nines, networking and discussing ways to further advances in social change. If there was a time to look good, this was it.

But more than that, every time you and Tony were out you felt like you had to impress people. It was bad enough you were fat, you couldn't be fat and dress horribly too. You hated thinking that way. Your self confidence is what drew Tony to you, after all...

But being in the public eye did weird things to your brain.

You were resigned to start looking online when there was a knock at your door.

"Hey there gorgeous." Said a familiar voice. You smiled over at your boyfriend as he sauntered into the room. He was wearing his usual jeans and black t-shirt combo.

"What happened here?" He said, pointing to the clothes strewn about.

"Just cleaning!" You covered, pulling him close. Your noses touched, and your lips were about to met, but he couldn't quite let go of it.

"Your room is put together perfectly. Why are your clothes the only thing thrown around?"

You avoided his concerned gaze and pulled away.

"I'm finishing up."

Tony crossed his arms. "I know when you're lying. What's going on?"

You didnt want to tell him why you couldn't wear one of the perfectly good dresses already hanging in your closet, so you just pouted and stood still.

"Babe, don't give me that face." He strode forward, hands stroking your sides. "What is going on?"

"I need something to wear for the awards..."

Tony's concerned expression instantly lightened

"A dress? That's it?"

You scoffed. "It has to be an amazing dress!"

Tony kissed your lips, and you happily gave in.

"Sweetheart, there are two things I'm good at. Spending and making money. This falls into one of those categories. Let's go shopping."

You smiled, awestruck by how sweet Tony was. "Are you sure? I can buy myself a dress."

Tony waved you off. "Nonsense. I want to buy you a dress. It's more fun for when I get to rip it off you..." His lips wandered to your neck and began sucking. You could feel yourself clench with pleasure as he ran his tongue over your pulse point. "Ok, ok...you can buy me a dress."

That afternoon you began wandering from store to store. The adventure started off fun and hopeful. Tony would put a hand around your waist as you searched through racks and racks of clothes, hoping the perfect dress would magically spring into your hand. After almost two hours, however, it became clear nothing was working. Most of the stores didnt even have your size. When they did, everything was either too basic or the pattern was horrible. Nothing looked good on you. It was like all the clothes actually made for larger women were made to look like garbage.

With every new store, your frown hardened. With ever new ill-fitting garment, your spirits nosedived.

"Who is this made for?" Tony said, holding up a skirt that had wronged you. "This color is terrible anyway..." he scoffed at one of the dresses. He was being a wonderful, supportive boyfriend, but it didn't help to lift your sour mood.

"We haven't tried there." Tony said, pointing to a Loft.

"And we wont find anything..." you spat, suddenly changing directions to sit on one of the mall benches. "Face it, Tony. Nothing is working. I'm too big and unwanted for half these stores. I'll just wear one of my old dresses." You put your head in your hands, utterly defeated.

Tony sighed and rubbed a hand over his face. He hated seeing you upset, especially when it was related to your body. He thought you were gorgeous and sexy...and the fact that the stores you shopped at didn't made his blood boil.

"(Y/N)...you are not unwanted. And I will get you an amazing dress." Tony kneeled before you. "I promise."

You shrugged, defeated. "Can we just go home?"

Your rejection stung, but he knew you were just upset.

The two of you spent the rest of the day curled up watching movies. He rubbed your back and kissed your temple lovingly, almost making you forget the mall and the dress entirely.

When you woke up the next day, Tony was gone. He probably had a meeting to get to.

Tonight was the awards, and you'd be wearing the same dress you wore to the statue commemmoration when they'd unveiled an Avengers statue in central park. The tabloids would love that.

You made breakfast and watched a few hours of TV. Tony wasn't answering your texts, and with each passing hour you got more and more worried. At 3 o'clock you finally buckled down and called him, but it went straight to voicemail.

Finally, at 5, when you were about to get ready for the event, in walked your boyfriend holding a large box.

"Tony! Where have you been?" You marched up to him, concerned girlfriend mode activated.

"I had to run an errand. This is for you." He set the box down on the coffee table, and you eyed him warily before walking over to open it.

You took the lid off and removed the tissue paper. There, folded in the box, was a gorgeous gold and white dress. It was long, with no sleeves and complicated embroidery on the front.

You lifted it up and held the soft material in your hands. It looked to be your size.

""Christian Siriano owed someone a favor, who owed me a favor. I told you I'd get you an amazing dress."

Your eyes welled up with tears. Your amazing, wonderful boyfriend had gotten you a perfect dress.

You dropped the dress back into the box and ran up to Tony, hugging him tight. "You are the best boyfriend ever." You loosened your grip to look him in the eyes. "I love you so much."

He smiled, tipping your chin up. "I love you more."

You kissed him, hands running up his chest. His went to your waist, squeezing the soft flesh there.

Who cared what the tabloids said when this man right here thought you were everything?

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Congratulations

Original request from a lovely anon:  Awesome! So can I request something based off of Congratulations from the cut songs of Hamilton? But instead of Angelica going off on Hamilton about him cheating, it's the reader going off on Tony about signing an accords that put her and the rest of team cap in that inhumane underwater middle of the Atlantic prison with the rest of Cap's team? There doesn't have to be a ship in this (maybe Tony X Reader would fit best with the song? Or Tony and the reader are exes?). Thank you!

A/N: Alright, my dude, I got super inspired to write this and I was able to bang it out in just under 24 hours, how fkin great is that? Wait, don’t answer, I don’t know if it’s any good. Anyways! Thank you so much for sending this in! It definitely was a challenge for me, but I hope it’s angsty enough for you. ;u; The song can be found here

Pairing: TonyxReader

Word Count: 1230

Warnings: Slight language, angst

“(Y/N), I can’t ask you to do this for me.” Steve says, shaking his head. “I can’t ask you to go against Tony.”

“You do realize I’m not doing this for you, right?” I raise my eyebrows at him. “I believe in this shit too. It’s bigger than all of us, and you know it.”

“You’ll be a criminal.”

“Just another thing to check off the bucket list.”

“(Y/N)...”

“No, Steve. I’m not backing down.” I say adamantly. “I don’t care what Tony says, he’s just gonna have to deal with the fallout of his stupid ass decision.”

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Yeah. They caught us. A good portion of Steve’s team I’m stuck between Clint and Scott. Sam is right next to Wanda. Whoever’s keeping us hasn’t got any plans for us, but they’ve been cruel to the strongest of us. They’ve doped up Wanda so much that she’s still conscious, but no where near a state of cognizance. They’ve got her in a straight jacket and they’ve even stuck a shock collar on her. From what I’ve heard and seen, they’ve used it a few times too. She’s stopped moving around her cell, just sitting, complacent, against the wall.

Sam hasn’t stopped pacing since he was shoved into his cell. He fought the whole way in, quipping to the best of his ability. He even managed to land a solid punch to the nose of one of the guards. He broke the man’s nose and fractured his cheekbone before anyone could rush forward to stop him. Clint’s just sitting on his bed, unusually quiet. Scott hasn’t moved from his perch either. He’s keeping his mouth shut and his eyes forward, and it’s clear that this whole prison thing isn’t new to him. I myself have opted for laying on my bed and waiting for the inevitable eternity of living here for the rest of my miserable life.

“The futurist is here, gentleman!” Clint calls. I smack our adjoining wall. “Sorry, ladies.”

“Thank you.” I mutter, rolling over and sitting up, Tony’s entered the containment deck. I sigh and lay back down.

“As I was saying,” Clint starts again. “The futurist is here! He sees all. He knows what’s best for you, whether you like it or not.”

“(Y/N),” Tony’s voice is quiet when it reaches my ears. “(Y/N), look at me.”

“Not happening, sweetheart.” I scoff.

“Come on, you’ll have to talk to me at some point.”

“Says who? The government? Doesn’t mean anything to me.” I roll off the bed, landing on all fours before rising to my feet. I slowly walk towards Tony. “You’re wasting your time on me.”

“Is that really what you think you are to me? A waste of time?” He hisses.

“No. I think what you’re doing here is a waste of time.” I slam my hands against the glass and Tony jumps back, startled. “You know you’re wrong. I can see it in your eyes.”

“(Y/N)-”

“No, Tony, you’ve invented a new kind of stupid, you know that right?” I push off of the glass and fold my arms across my chest. “It’s a ‘damage you can’t undo’ kind of stupid, ‘open all the cages at the zoo’, ‘truly didn’t think this through’ kind of stupid, Anthony.”

“I know, I fucked up.” Tony admits, hanging his head momentarily before looking up at me again. “I was just trying to do the right thing.”

“I know that, but at what cost? This shithole isn’t something being a hero should include. Imprisoning capes isn’t going to do anything to help your cause.” I sigh loudly. “You’re the only enemy you ever seem to lose to. I know why you signed, but you didn’t bother with talking to anyone beforehand. I mean, sure, you talked, but you only talked at us. You expected us to go along with your plan without even thinking first. You jumped the gun with this one.”

“You couldn't have expected me to allow myself to do whatever the hell I want after everything I’ve caused over the past, what, eight years?” Tony cards a hand through his hair before running it over his face. “I can’t just do whatever I want like Steve.”

“You know why Steve can do whatever he wants?!”

“Oh please, do tell, (Y/N). Seeing as he’s got you wrapped around his finger.” Tony hisses, his anger slowly growing.

“Because he doesn’t dignify schoolyard taunts with a response!” I cry. “You always have to have a comeback for every single thing thrown your way, regardless of how small the issue is. You like to pick fights. It’s who you are. You can’t keep pulling shit like that and expect everything to be fine. You think you’re being facetious, but you’re just being sarcastic and obnoxious.” I whip around to face the security camera in my cell. “You getting all this, Ross? Cause it's good shit to use against us when we never go to trial.”

“Please-”

“No,” I whip around to face Tony again.

“It was an act of political and tactical sacrifice!” He cries.

“Sacrifice?” I hiss. “You call this sacrifice?”

“Well what would you call it?”

“I call it the easy way out.” I run a hand over my face, trying to keep myself from lashing out and avoid a hefty shock from the lovely electronics in my gorgeous blue jumpsuit. “You saw an opportunity to foist the blame onto someone else and you jumped at the chance.”

“That’s not true.” He says, pointing a finger at me aggressively.

“Oh? Isn’t it though?” I cock an eyebrow at him. “I know you, Tony. Standing on the sidelines just isn’t your thing, but I know you’ve got one hell of a guilty conscience.”

“LIke you could know anything about the state of my conscience.”

“But don’t I?” I ask, tilting my head to the side. “I’ve worked with you for years, Tony. I gave up a good portion of my life to assist you. I know exactly how much you blame yourself for the things that have happened. You’re not as hard to read as you think you are, and I’m not stupid as you want to think I am.” A low whistle comes from someone a couple cells away from me.

“Congratulations, Tony.” Sam says, a low chuckle following his words.

“(Y/N), just please tell me why you did this for Steve.” Tony says, his tone verging on begging.

“You seriously think I did this for Steve?” I hiss. He searches my eyes momentarily before nodding gently. “Jeez, Tony, I’m here because I chose this path. I just happened to join his team.”

“I just have one last question.”

“Fine.”

“Did you even think about what your choice would do to me?”

“Did you even think about what your choice would do to me, Tony? Did you?” I shake my head. “Of course I thought of what it would do to you. I love you. I couldn’t let that get in my way any more than I could sit by and watch the massacre that would result from the negligence of the government, regardless of how many signed that damn paper. I can’t-” my throat goes dry and I have to swallow before speaking again. “I can’t keep tearing myself apart to help both sides.”

“Then stop.” He breathes.

“Let me.”

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Little Monsters

Original Request:  Hiya! Can I request a Tony oneshot where he has a little girl with the reader, she’s like 5? I don’t know about a plot and I apologize for that…. maybe fluff or angst (but happy ending please)? Thank you!- Anon

A/N: OKAY. So I finally managed to get this prompt right, and I really hope I did this justice, bc I’m kind of super in love with Dad!Tony. Also! Just a quick reminder that requests are open, so don’t be afraid to send one in!

Pairing: TonyxReader

Word Count: 975

Warnings: Slightly suggestive content near the end, but other than that, nothing!

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I hear the patter of small feet coming down the hall towards my bedroom. I want to deny what’s coming, but it’s inevitable. I give in to the little monster as they launch themselves onto the bed and begin bouncing.

“Mommy! Daddy!” Amelia squeals, bouncing up and down between her father and I. Tony groans in response and just rolls over, but I sit up and try to calm our early risen child.

“Hey there, sweetheart,” I say, my voice groggy. I try to stay her jumping by placing my hands on either side of her, but it doesn’t really work. “What’s up?”

“You guys gotta get up!” She says, tugging on my arms. “Get up, get up!” When I don’t move she switches to her father, shaking him in an attempt to rouse him. “Get up, daddy!”

“Why do we have to get up, kiddo?” Tony asks, his words only coming out a mumble.

“I have to get to school!” She exclaims loudly, throwing her hands up in the air for emphasis before letting them fall back down onto Tony’s bare arm with a loud slap.

“School? What do you mean, school?” Tony slowly sits up, rubbing the little red handprints left behind by his daughter.

“School starts in half an hour!” She suddenly jumps up to her feet and starts bouncing again.

“Are you serious?” Tony nearly yells, grabbing the alarm clock from the bedside table, looking frantically between it and me.”(Y/N), why didn’t we sent an alarm?!”

“Because it’s Saturday, honey.” I snort in amusement at his worry before turning to our child. “Amelia.”

“Yes, mommy?” She says, looking at me very seriously.

“You know it’s Saturday, right?” She nods her head. “And you remember that you’ve got afternoon kindergarten, correct?” She nods again, giggling this time.

“I got daddy good, didn’t I?” She says, falling to her hands and knees and looking up at me, a radiant grin plastered on her face.

“Maybe, but that wasn’t very nice.” I say, my tone serious.

“Why not?” she asks, cocking her head to the side.

“Well,” I begin, gently pulling her up to sit on my lap. “You know how hard mommy and daddy work, right?”

“Mmhm!” She smiles at me and nods.

“Well, we’re very tired and we need all the rest we can get so we can spend as much time as possible with you on the weekends.” I tuck a few strands of hair behind her ears. “When you scared daddy, it might have been funny, but it’s very early, sweetheart, and he’s still very tired.”

“Oh.” She intones, her smile slipping from her face.

“Do you understand what you did wrong?” I ask, raising my eyebrows at her.

“Yeah, mommy, I understand.” She says nodding.

“Alright.” I say, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “Apologize to your father and then you can watch cartoons with Uncle Clint till breakfast.”

“Okay!” She says before launching herself off of my lap and at her father. She practically dives head first into his stomach, earning a hefty “oomf” and a hoarse chuckle from him. The rest of her body lays sprawled out across his legs.

“Oh my goodness, are you alright, Tony?” I ask, covering my mouth with my hand to stifle a laugh.

“Yeah,” He wheezes dramatically. “I’m good.”

“What were you going to say, Amelia?” I say, directing our attention back to our daughter.

“I’m sorry for scaring you, daddy.” She says, looking up at him with big, puppy-dog eyes.

“I forgive you, peanut.” He says, smiling down at her. “Just, please, never do it again.”

“I won’t!” She says lightly. “I promise!”

“Alright!” He says, shifting slightly before repositioning her across his legs. “Now you can go bug your uncle.”

“Okay!” She scrambles over Tony and I and out of the bed before tearing off down the hallway.

“No running!” I yell after her.

“Okay!” I can just barely hear her yell back.

“I love that kid.” I say, absentmindedly scooting closer to Tony.

“Mmm,” He hums as he wraps an arm around my shoulders and pulls me to him and kisses the top of my head. “I love her too, but she’s a little monster sometimes.”

“She gets that from you though, you know that, right?” I look up at him and poke him lightly in the side.

“I really hope that’s all she got from me.” He says, gently playing with my hair.

“We’ll deal with that when the time comes, but right now I think we should enjoy the short time we have together until Clint bursts in and demands we take over.”

“Do you ever think of having more?” Tony asks quietly.

“More what? Children?” I feel him nod against my head. “Hmm… I never really thought about it. Do you think we’re ready for the responsibility?”

“Honestly, I’m not sure.” He answers looking down to meet my eyes. “I just know that when I think about adding to our little family I get really warm and happy, like the first time I told you that I loved you, the day we got married, or when Amelia was born. It just feels… right, I guess.”

“Are you sure about this?” I ask, searching his eyes for any sign of doubt.

“I think I am.” He nods once. “Are you?”

“I think,” I say, slipping out from under his arm and slowly moving to straddle him. “That we should use our hour and a half to try and make this happen.”

“J.A.RV.I.S.,” Tony calls, his voice cracking slightly. I chuckle as I begin kissing a line down his neck to his collarbone.

“Yes, sir?” The A.I’s voice floats through the room.

“Close and lock the doors.” He gasps when I drag my teeth lightly across his collarbone. “Immediately.”

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Don’t Scare Me Like That

Original Request:  Hiya! Can I request a Tony oneshot where he has a little girl with the reader, she’s like 5? I don’t know about a plot and I apologize for that…. maybe fluff or angst (but happy ending please)? Thank you!- Anon

A/N: Alright, this is my first youth reader, so I hope I did alright, and I really hope you like it!! Also! Just a reminder that requests are open, so feel free to send one in!

EDIT: I screwed up and misread the prompt, I’ll be writing a different fic that actually relates to the request. Again, I apologize!

Pairing: Father!Tony Stark x 5y/o!Reader

Word Count: 683

Warnings: None!

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“(Y/N)?” Tony calls as he walks quickly down the corridor. “Where are you sweetheart?”

The two of you were playing hide and seek, and you thought it would be awesome if you could find the best hiding spot in the tower. Well, you did at the beginning of the game and your dad couldn’t find you. About half an hour after you hid and he couldn’t find you, the game was no longer “hide and seek”, but “find (Y/N) without tearing apart the entire tower” and, so far, your father is losing the game.

Little did Tony know, his little girl was sitting in the farthest corner of her closet, covered up by about ten dresses, giggling to herself.

“Banner!” Tony cries as he bursts into the lab.

“Huh?” Bruce says involuntarily, jumping at the sudden noise his colleague just made. “What? What?!”

“Have you seen (Y/N)?” He asks urgently.

“No, why?” Bruce asks, removing his glasses to get a better look at his friend. “What happened?”

“She wanted to play hide n’ seek, but it’s been four hours and I can’t find her.” Tony answers, wringing his hands and pacing about the lab.

“Calm down, Tony, she can’t have gone far.” Tony looks up, immediately worried by Bruce’s choice of words. “I mean… she can’t have left the tower. We can find her, don’t worry.”

Tony nods and turns on his heel, quickly walking out of the lab in search of you with Bruce hot on his heels. The two of them quickly walk through the halls, calling your name, poking their heads into different rooms but only finding empty, slightly furnished rooms.

“Guys, what are you yelling about?” Clint asks, rolling into the hallway in a computer chair, coffee mug in hand.

“Have you seen (Y/N)?” Bruce questions.

“Yeah, why?” Clint answers with another question, cocking an eyebrow.

“Where did you see her?” Tony demands, pushing past Bruce to see Clint.

“She was running to her room a few hours ago.” Clint jerks his thumb towards your room. “She was giggling up a storm so I asked her what she was up to. She told me it was top secret and that she couldn’t tell me, and then she sped off again.”

“And you haven’t seen her since?” Tony visibly leans forward, anticipating the answer.

“Nope, but I would guess that she’s still in her room. I would have heard her if she had come out. The kid stomps when she runs.” A smile spreads across Clint’s face and Tony rushes past him to your room.

“(Y/N)?” He calls quietly. At first it’s dead quiet, but then he hears soft giggling coming from your closet. “(Y/N)?” He says, a little more loudly this time. It takes him a little while to figure out where the noise is coming from, but when he finally does he quickly slides the door open to reveal you, sitting in a pile of clothing at the back of your closet.

“Daddy!” You cry, laughing giddily. “You finally found me!”

“Yeah, sweetheart, I found you.” He smiles at you and releases a sigh of relief before lifting you up and out of the pile of, now, wrinkled clothes and wrapping his arms under your legs.

“You really suck at hide n’ seek, daddy.” You say, placing your hands on his cheeks and smooshing them to make his lips stick out.

“Yesh, shweetheart, daddy shucksh at hide n’ sheek, and that’sh why we’re never playing it again.” He says, his words distorted from your hands.

“Awww!” You whine, releasing his face, folding your arms across your chest and pouting.

“Don’t worry, kiddo, we’ll figure out something even more fun to play.” He says reassuringly.

“More fun than hide n’ seek?” You say incredulously, eyes wide.

“Definitely.” He nods.

“If you say so.” You say before slipping from his arms and running off to go bug your aunt or one of your uncles. He smiles as he watches you go, shaking his head.

“Something fun that won’t give your father a heart attack.”

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IMAGINE Tony's face when he learns your Thor and Jane's Daughter from the future.

Requested by PhelpsWeasleyForever

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