Tony Stark x Reader

Will mainly be platonic or parental; very little romantic 👍🏻 may include Pepper Potts x Reader (parental/platonic)

[diaryoflife]

[Tony and Y/N Stark having their daily sibling argument]

Y/N: Face it, Tony, you’re mad because I’m more mature than you.

*Natasha, watches them from afar with the rest of the team*

Tony, raising eyebrow: Mature? You’re the only one in this family who still takes a bath.

Y/N, furrowing her eyebrows: You try floating an aircraft carrier in the shower.

Natasha, quietly: What did I marry into?

[maximoff-jp]

Tony: hey Y/N, I’d like you to meet my girlfriend Pepper

Pepper: hi!

Y/N: *turns to Tony* Ginger. You f*ckin’ weirdo.

*Y/N dating Wanda and Nat*

Nat: *sigh*

Wanda: Wha-

[yuoling]

[allisonbaelfire]

Until My Last Breath

Pairings: Steve x Reader, Tony Stark!father x Reader

Summary: After Infinity War, you and the rest of the Team tried to find a solution, how to get half of the humanity back. Besides the guilt everyone felt, it was hard for you not knowing if your dad was still alive or not. It happens that the satellites get a signal from a spaceship, that is about to land on earth. It could be your father, who you happend seen since the registration act, where you took Steve’s side - or Thanos helpers could be back after they heard about your plan.

Word Count: 2,008

Authors Note: I think, this is by far my best Story yet.

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It was the middle of the night when you woke up slowly. You were starting to get cold, and when you noticed that Steve was no longer lying next to you, an inner unease spread in you.

Before the “snap”, you never had a problem with sleeping alone and didn’t worry so fast. But now, every day, you were afraid that Thanos would change his mind, that he’d come back and take Steve like he took your father.

You got up to look for him. You perceived light in Bathroom, through the crack in the door. You opened the door slowly and saw Steve. 

He didn’t notice you. You saw that he was shaving off his beard. You liked his beard, nevertheless it was a symbol of the past years. The years in which you were considered “enemies of the state”, when you lost against Thanos and half of the humanity vanished into dust. 

You opened the door a bit more and leaned against the door frame, “Hey Captain.” you smiled soft.

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[incorrectmarvelquote]

Tony: Hey kid, wha- oH MY GOD WHAT HAPPENED?

Peter: Well before I get into it-

Tony: PETE YOU’VE GOT MULTIPLE GUN SHOT WOUNDS, YOUR FACE HAS ROAD RASH AND IS THAT A KNIFE IN YOUR SHOULDER??

Peter: Mr Stark, don’t interrupt, that’s impolite

Peter: [spits out blood]

Peter: Secondly, it’s not that bad-

[quietlyimplode]

@i-write-whump wrote the following prompt and I couldn’t stop thinking of Tony and Nat. For all my brave friends this week that have weathered some storms, I gift you whump.

(Not my gif, 1419 words)

“Tony! Move!” Natasha pushes him back, desperate for his safety.

His repulsers backfire as she pushes him, making him fly backwards, unable to get control of his suit. He tells Jarvis to fix what he can, and shut down the rest and reboot to make it functional again.

The HUD flashes, and Jarvis does as he asks, shutting the holo, and making him land about a mile from where Natasha is taking on three hydra goons.

“Where is everyone?” He says desperately, removing his helmet, and watches as she ducks and gets thrown on the ground.

“Fuck. Nat.”

He’s running as quickly as he can, but he’s watching her get beat up, on the ground, kicks landing solidly, to her back as she protects her head and midsection. One comes forward and she manages to catch his leg, twisting and taking him down as she rises.

The two on one work effectively against her, she concentrates on the one with the knife as he moves her back. She takes a hit to the head and another to her stomach as Tony arrives, the odds now fairer as she grins with blood on her teeth.

He can’t help but smile back at the feralness of her face.

“Couldn’t wait for me?” He grunts as they take the two down.

“You’re too slow.” She laughs.

The next moment happens in slow motion. The first goon that Natasha took down slashes upwards with the dropped knife and slices across her back. They both react simultaneously.

“Oh.” Tony hears as he watches Natasha drop.

Tony swears, kicking the man knocking him out.

His earpiece flickers and he yells at anyone who is listening that he’s leaving with Natasha, SHIELD should be here any minute and Clint and Steve, he assumes are just cleaning up. No one else has left the building and he trusts them to finish what the four of them started.

“Jarvis, tell the others we’re heading back.” He says panicking as he picks up Natasha.

His suit has finally rebooted, power back as he raises the helmet and flies her to the tower. He watches her blood leak and fall to the ground, and keeps talking to her, trying to keep her awake.

She’s answering but she’s sluggish, delayed, and keeps wincing at every movement.

“I thought you had eyes at the back of your head.” He says, hoping she’s hearing him through her earpiece.

“Not. Head.” He doesn’t understand.

“Ok. Medical.”

He eyes go wide and she twists in his arms, making him hold her tight to avoid dropping her.

“No.” He says as she says the same thing.

“No medical.” She says.

“Yes medical.” He replies.

“Just a..” she sucks in a breath.

“Just a cut.” She tries again.

He hasn’t had a proper look at it, he’s just panicked at her instant reaction.

“Come on Nat, we are going to medical.”

She looks angrily at him, her pale face making her eyes look sunken.

“No. Take me to my apartment.”

Tony matches her face, and then realises she can’t see his facial expressions.

He lands at the tower, a compromise he decides, and the suit peels off of him, he situates her on the couch, and worries at the amount of blood that’s running on his arms.

She sucks in a breath and sighs.

“Let me look.” He says squatting in front of her.

“If it’s bad, we’re going to medical. If not, I’ll help, ok?”

She nods in ascent.

With movements slow, she unzips her suit, revealing a black sports bra that covers her chest. Tony has never thought about what she wears under it, and is a little proud of himself that it’s a thought that’s never crossed his mind.

He frowns slightly as he sees bruising across her midsection. It’s obvious, almost straight away that she can’t peel it off her shoulders, and she looks up to the ceiling, not saying anything.

“Can you make it to the bathroom?” He asks, offering a hand.

She nods, grasping his hand tightly, pushing off it and moving with him to the large bathroom nearby.

She lowers her self to sit on the edge of the bathtub, and he pulls the suit away from her arms and off her back.

“Sorry.” He mutters as she hisses.

She shakes her head.

“See not.. Not bad.”

He grabs a towel and wets it, finally taking a look at the slash on her back that runs from her waist to the line of her bra.

She’s right, of course. She’s a master at knowing her own body. It’s long but not deep. It probably needs stitches but could get away with steristrips.

She swears loudly as he pushes the towel into it.

“Sorry. Sorry.” He mutters again. He dabs it and pulls away, the bleeding sluggish.

“I’m going to disinfect it and put the butterfly stitches on, ok?” He tells her.

There’s a nod of her head, as she rests her head in her hands. The curve of her back, means that he can access it more freely, but with each time he wipes away the blood, the bruising from the boot hits become more apparent.

Tony leaves, grabs what he needs and squats in front of her.

“You ok?” He asks, eyes staring as hers meet his. Pain is in her eyes, as clear as the night sky.

“Always,” she grimaces. “Have you heard from the others?”

Tony shakes his head, and stands, examining her back.

“I’m gonna touch you,” he advises, feeling skin on skin contact is different to touching her with a towel.

She nods.

He disinfects the wound, ironically as Natasha had taught him too, and tries to ignore her stuttering breath before she just holds it, pain clearly peaking.

“Ok I think, it needs 6 of them, I’m going to count them down.” He talks through it as he likes people to do when they’re touching him.

He places down the paper stitches, pressing the skin together, wondering if he’s doing it right. She still hasn’t breathed out, even as he puts the last one on.

“That’s it.” He tells her, offering a hand, as she looks over to him.

“You ok?” He checks in again.

She doesn’t answer this time, but takes his hand and stand. He doesn’t comment on how tight she clasps it as he leads her back to the couch.

He lowers her gently, concern at the lack of reactions and talking; like she’s holding it all in, compartmentalizing the pain. He leaves her and returns with an ice pack wrapped in a tea towel, and presses it to her back around the worse if the bruising.

“Fuck.” She squeaks, the coldness giving him a reaction he was looking for and a massive release of breath.

“Cold.” He preempts, pressing the second one into her side, just under where her sports bra sits. She sucks in another breath.

“Cold.” She affirms as a shiver runs through her.

Tony hands her a sweater and a blanket. She looks at both for a second before he realises she can’t put the sweater on by herself.

“Hang on.” He tells her.

He grabs the saran wrap and brings it back, situating the ice packs properly, making her wince again. He holds it in place and wraps it around her midsection, and then does the other one. Grabbing the sweater, he thinks may be Steve’s, he pulls it over her head, and over her torso. He holds the arm out as she pushes one through, then the other.

Natasha looks up at him, dark pronounced eyes that are verging on bruised.

“Thanks Tony.” She says quietly.

“Thanks for letting me help,” he replies, honestly. Grabbing her hand and squeezing, they're interrupted by Steve coming through the door. Tony lets go of her hand and moves away from her.

“You guys ok?” Steve asks, looking back and forth at them.

They nod in sync, and Steve shrugs.

“Where’s Barton?” Tony asks, throwing a water bottle at Steve, and setting another next to Natasha with painkillers next to it, walking away as quickly as he sets it down.

“With Fury, debriefing, he said there were some loose ends.” Steve takes a big drink and wanders to the kitchen, looking for food.

Tony side eyes Natasha and they both smile at his grumble that there’s nothing in the fridge. When Tony looks back to her he notices the painkillers gone, and the water bottle in her hands.

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[lesbian-deadpool]

Natasha: Steve’s weakness: Tech.

Natasha: Clint: Fire.

Natasha: Y/N: Also fire.

Natasha: Wanda: Can’t act to save her life.

Natasha: Tony: Crippling self-doubt mixed with overwhelming hubris.

Tony: Whoa whoa whoa! That’s, like, really personal compared to FIRE!

[lesbian-deadpool]

Tony: Boobytrap spelt backwards is Partyboob…

Steve: Please, stop-

Y/N: No, now I’m interested.

[aquamarinescarlet]

Wanda: You know what? We're clever too, smartypants.

Tony: Oh yeah? What's the difference between a gamete and a zygote?

Y/n: Don't fall for it Wan, he’s just making up words.

[jen27ny]

Tony pretty much accepted that he knows nothing about Natasha. Which is kind of a bummer, because out of all his teammates, she knows him the best, right after Rhodey, of course. And yet he doesn’t know her favorite color (he suspects red, but who really knows?) or food or novel or movie or what she likes to do when she isn’t kicking all of their asses.

He suspects it comes with the terrain of being a spy, the entire keeping secrets thing, so he learned to accept it. Somewhat. At least he’s not that surprised anymore when she picks up a weapon like an expert or can do all kind of things like an expert.

However, there is one thing that does completely surprise him.

It’s months after their pardon and since the Avengers are back together, when one morning, Natasha checks her phone during her breakfast (a simple black coffee) and jumps up, fleeing out of the room in a flash. Before anyone of them can even process what’s going on, she is already back, dressed in her usual black suit, her hair (the blond bob slowly growing out, the tips of it now gracing just past her shoulders, and her roots bright red) braided in a quick style. “I’m going somewhere.”

“Where are we going?” Steve asks, immediately standing up, looking like he can’t wait to punch someone, throw his shield, and break some rules.

Natasha is already halfway across the room, not even giving them a look over her shoulder. “Not we, I am going. I don’t need your help. But I’m gonna take a jet.”

And with those words, she’s gone.

For a couple of days, they hear absolutely nothing from her. Tony plays with the idea of tracking her, but knowing the spy – or as much as he knows her, which, as we already established, isn’t that well – Natasha has disabled it. Steve hates sitting around and waiting, and with each passing day, all of them get more and more nervous. When only one of them is going on a mission, it usually doesn’t end well.

Then, after almost a week, FRIDAY lets them know that the jet is back on her radar and about to land at the compound. All of them immediately race outside, absolutely not caring that they look somewhat desperate – and even if they cared a little bit, that little bit vanishes as soon as they see a blond woman covered in blood and mud race out of the jet, pushing a stretcher with an unconscious Natasha in front of her.

The burning questions all of them have are ignored in favor of making sure their teammate doesn’t die (which is such a strange thought; someone like Natasha Romanoff doesn’t just die – she raises an eyebrow at Death, and they scramble away with an apology on their lips). The woman ignores their questions and sits completely still but tense, like she’s just waiting for the slightest signal that she has to jump into action. And she does jump into action, because as soon as Nat is out of surgery and brought into a normal room, she runs in there and slams the door shut, not allowing anyone in.

Tony is the one who is brave enough (or stupid enough) to try to make contact, almost 24 hours later. In one hand, he holds a freshly delivered, still warm pizza, and knocks against the door before he has FRIDAY open it. The woman glances in his direction, eyes flying over his form with a look that is clearly trying to figure out how she can kill him in the most entertaining way. While she hasn’t left the room, she did take time to at least clean her skin, and take off her stained vest.

“Hi,” Tony says, smiling, and holding out the pizza, “I thought you might be hungry.”

Her eyes land on the box. “You’re too late,” she says with a Russian accent as she reaches behind her and pulls out a familiar Chinese take-out container – one of the left overs from the night before.

Tony can’t decide if he’s surprised by it or not. “No one of us notices you going to the kitchen.” Not even FRIDAY. Of course, the AI had an eye on their guest (can you really call her a guest if you didn’t exactly invite her?), but according to her, the woman has done nothing but sit by Natasha’s bedside, whistling a tune from time to time.

She rolls her eyes. “Of course not. Do you really think I don’t know how to not be seen?”

He doesn’t know how to answer that. So, he simply holds out the pizza to her. “Well, if you’re in the mood to eat something warm…”

“Is there pineapple on it?”

“No. Do you like pineapple on pizza?”

“Don’t know. I never had it. Wanna try it, though.” Before Tony can offer to order another pizza with pineapples on it (even if his Italian part is kinda dying just thinking about it), she takes the box out of his hands, flipping it open, and taking a big bite from a slice. “’s greasy.”

“That’s the best part about it.” He steps a bit closer, emboldened by the fact that the woman took the pizza. “So, we didn’t really have time for introductions.”

“I know who you all are,” she says between two bites.

“Yeah, but we would like to know who you are.”

“I’m Fanny.”

“… is that your real name?”

“Of course not.”

There’s a bluntness to her that is so similar to Natasha’s and yet so different. Tony both dreads and can’t wait to see the two of them together – he’s quite sure it would be a conversation no one else would be able to follow. “How do you know her?”

“She’s my sister.”

From everything ‘Fanny’ could’ve said, Tony didn’t expect that. Because unlike her name, there’s so much honesty and a matter-of-fact attitude in her voice, that the simple thought of her lying seems absurd. And now that that little puzzle piece got revealed, the similarity between them is undeniable. They’re not an exact carbon copy of each other, but the way Fanny moves and scans her surroundings, how she seems to stare into your soul to find the best way to disarm you, is so… Natasha-like that it’s undeniable.

That woman is Natasha’s sister – whatever that exactly means.

Because the one thing all of them know about Natasha is that she has no family. She told them often enough.

Tony clears his throat, hoping to hide the fact how surprised he is by hear words. Fanny is simply continue eating the pizza, but he guesses she sees right through his façade. “I didn’t know she had a sister.”

Fanny snorts. “Of course, she didn’t talk about me. Is probably worried I upstage her, that lame poser.” Even though her tone is monotonous, there is some affection in there, hidden way, way deep underneath the snark.

Tony likes her – sure, he should probably be scared of her, because anyone who claims to be Natasha’s sister is probably more than capable of embarrassing and/or killing him on the spot, but he still likes her. “Should I even bother telling you to take a break?”

“No.”

“If you want to take a shower or a nap-”

“I literally just said no.”

“- there’s a guest room ready for you. And if you want anything else, just let me know.”

“I want a dog,” Fanny says without missing a beat, throwing the uneaten crust of her slice back into the box.

“If I get you a dog, will you tell me your real name?”

To Tony’s surprise, she looks up to him, her lips pulled into a small smirk that looks so much like Nat’s, for a second he has to remind himself that it’s not his teammate sitting in front of him with some technology to change her face. “Throw in a pizza with pineapples as well, and I’ll think about it.”

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[incorrect-avengers-quotes46]

Pepper: You’re an idiot.

Tony: But I’m your idiot

Tony: *points at ring finger*

Tony: FOREVERRRRR

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for coming out as Bisexual to your father Tony

Tony Stark x bi!child!reader

warnings:

a/n:

prompt: anonymous: “Hi! I wanted to request a pride ask if im not too late. Could it be 'coming out as bisexual to adoptive father!Tony? Thank you💜”

sometimes it was really hard to be serious with your father

but today was one of the days you demanded it

“dad? got a minute?” -you

he was in the lab at the time

“not really. kinda busy” -tony

“well too bad. come here” -you

“shit, y/n. did you set something on fire or panic buy something?” -tony

you brought him to an area without distraction and told him straight up

“dad, i am bisexual” -you

“very cool. can i get back to work?” -tony

“dude” -you

“no, i’m proud, i swear. i just left something in the lab that might blow up in like—” -tony, pausing as an explosion ensues and fire alarms blare “now”

“oh. right” -you

“whatever. FRIDAY can take care of it. anyways, good for you, kid! glad you told me. you know, i’m a little bit of a bisexual myself” -tony

“what does that even mean?” -you

“i am also bisexual. anyways, celebration tonight? dinner? disneyland? whatever you want” -tony

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[just-iimagine]

hey i loved your oneshot, older do you think you could do a part 2?

Older - part 2

Stark reader x avengers

Note: Read part 1 here, lemme know your thoughts

Growing up, you had always known being a Stark meant something. Especially being Tony Starks daughter. It meant you were intelligent, good at with technology and when you grew up - a party animal. In your case, a party god.

The stories about your father, about the legend that was and still is Tony Stark, were told in school, read to children at night by their parents out of books written about the man who saved the world.

So yes, everyone knew you. Morgan Stark, the little girl, that Tony Stark had fought so hard to protect. Protecting you with his life. But not only you, everybody in the world. Bringing back those who were missed and keeping the world safe.

You, however, heard better stories than those written and told to the public. Your mom told you about the real Tony, minus the drinking, whoring and overall 18+ content. Happy and Rodey did the same, stories about your dad filled your life. A photo of him watching over you as you slept at night. He was never, ever forgotten.

Your favourite photo watched over you, a younger you being held in Tony's arms. Laughing as he tickled you.

Photos and stories were all you had of Tony and you cherished them.

Everyone said you looked exactly like Tony. Similar hair, eyes, smarts. They always said it with a sad look in their eyes. Like they were remembering him at the same time as they looked at you. You used to hate it, how you brought sadness into their lives. Especially your mom, but you learned in time there was nothing you could do about that. Except living your life the way your dad would have wanted it.

Bruce loved having you in the lab with him working with new tech and creating things together. Thor loved eating with you, burping competitions were a tradition. Clint loved having you over for sleepovers with his kids. You always kept his children in line, which Laura loved.

Out of all the avengers left, Steve was older. You'd only ever see him every now and then. He wasn't around the team a lot because he didn't want to mess with the timeline any more than he already had. But you'd still see him.

Especially when you started High School, Steve's grandson was in the same school as you. A year or two older but you'd recognise him anywhere.

Although you probably could have skipped most of Middle School and High School altogether. You and your mom agreed it was good to stay around your friends, not go on to college too early.

So you took extra classes in school, went to college classes every now and then, focusing on your own interests and hobbies. You could easily handle the workloads, it was nice to stretch the academic side of your brain.

So when you officially met Steve Roger's grandson, you knew he understood what it was like. To be famous without meaning to be, all because of a name. Because of a famous relative.

Stark and Rogers.

So it gave you a bond with him. Meaning Oliver Rogers and you became fast friends and an even faster couple. It just seemed so natural. The funny part was, your uncles used to joke if you both broke up - another Civil War could start.

Oliver didn't have an interest in being Captain America, though he still learned how to use his Grandfather's shield with Sam. The same way you learned from your father, making your own suits and technology. It gave you both a bond, date nights ranging from cinema trips and 5-star restaurants to sparring matches with the shield and suits.

On your 5th anniversary, Oliver proposed. It just seemed so natural, so easy. Everything was perfect. Candlelight dinner at your special restaurant, proposing over dessert.

So when you became planning your wedding, you felt a hole in your heart. It was weird because you had always felt whole. But now you realised, there was a missing piece. Your dad wasn't going to be there.

"Who's going to walk you down the aisle" that dreaded question. The choice was between Happy and Rodey, of course. They were like father's to you. Even though all your uncles took that role on themselves.

Eventually, your mom suggested just walk down yourself, as the strong independent woman you were. Surrounded by your loving friends and family. That did seem like the best option, you wouldn't have to play favourites and the moment was yours to shine.

But it didn't fill the hole in your heart.

Two weeks before your wedding, you knew what you wanted to do. It was risky, jumping back to 2008. To before your father became Iron Man. You had to be so careful. It didn't take long before you built your suit to adapt to time travel. And off you went, to meet your father. To know him, understand him.

As you were ready to jump, Oliver came in on you. It was as if he had walked in on your masturbating or something. The sudden silence and then long drawn out sigh. "Just be careful" he warned. Kissing you softly on the lips, "I love you" he whispered.

God, this man was perfect.

"I love you too. I'll be back for the wedding" you told him with a smile. Knowing you'd have to jump back to your own time every now and then to keep yourself safe. You'd always stay a few hours before jumping back to the past.

It was worth it. The hole filled up, you understood your father, his choices. Why he did it and how much loved you. Knowing you'd do the same for your future children with Oliver.

[just-iimagine]

Older

Avengers x reader

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       ┌─── · 。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───┐                  𝗜𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝘄𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗹                              𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗹𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗹.           └─── · 。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───┘  

𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍. ≫∘❀♡❀∘≪ 𝖭𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖽𝗈 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌. ≫∘❀♡❀∘≪ Blue pulled against their bonds, panic racing through her veins like white, hot fire. “Please,” she begged, voice nearly failing her under the weight of a cracking psyche as her eyes darted to her best friend slumped unconscious in a chair. “Please don’t hurt him, hurt me instead.”

The villain cocked an eyebrow, twirling the knife through their fingers. They chuckled. “Is that what you think?” they asked. They moved to stick the blade underneath Blue’s chin, forcing her to look them in the eyes. “Oh, you poor, naïve thing. I was always going to hurt the both of you. I just planned to hurt you worse.” ≫∘❀♡❀∘≪ She’s the daughter of a hero and a villain. He fell in love with the moon. She heard whispers in her head. She fell from the heavens above. He used to kill. She was a princess. And he was smart. He was cold. He was quick. He was a pirate. And she was weird. ≫∘❀♡❀∘≪ 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀… Fluff Mature Things (swearing, violence, blood…) TW Warnings No smut Movie and comic references Marvel and X-Men crossover This book is rated Mature ≫∘❀♡❀∘≪ *I DO NOT OWN MARVEL OR X-MEN* STARTED: 23/05/21 (Wattpad) 06/06/21 (Tumblr) FINISHED: ??/??/?? UPDATED: 06/07/21 ≫∘❀♡❀∘≪

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[bisexual-chupacabra]

Tony: Find someone and have a kid they said. It’ll be fun they said.

Peter, from the kitchen: PUT IT OUT! PUT IT OUT!!

Y/N: IT’S TOO BIG TO SMOTHER!! GET THE ANTI FLAMETHROWER!!

Morgan: It’s called a fire extinguisher. FIRE. EXTINGUISHER!!

(Glass shatters, things explode, Peter, Y/N, and Morgan all scream in unison)

Tony: Don’t listen to them. Don’t.

[lesbian-deadpool]

Tony: HYDRATE OR DIE-DRATE!

Tony: *Aggressively throws water bottles*

Y/N: Uh… what’s up with him?

Harley: He’s trying to yell mental health and wellbeing into us.

Tony: I APPRECIATE ALL OF YOU!

Peter, crying: It’s working.