#dad!tony

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a/n: sorry guys…this will be the last request i accept for a baby/toddler/child (agewise) reader!! it’s been added to the rules but do not fear anon!! this one goes out to you 💕💕

requested by anonymous

Tony only left for five minutes to take a shower, and in all those five minutes, you got loose.

“What are you talking about, JARVIS? Y/N’s two, they couldn’t have opened the door! You let them out?” Tony yelled, running through the halls with wet feet and shampoo in his hair.

“No, sir, they seem to have figured out a way to open it themselves.” JARVIS replied. “Please be careful, sir. You may slip.” He added, but Tony was only focused on wrangling you. “Y/N should be in the kitchen now.” And as Tony turned the corner, he found you with your toy wagon full of building blocks, a stack of “stairs” you’d created with them, and your head in the fridge with all sorts of food on the ground.

“Strawberries?” Tony asked you, in awe of your invention—not original by any means, but impressive for a two year old.

“Stwahbewwy?” You replied in an innocuous baby accent and your dad put you safely on the floor, reaching into the drawer that contained your favorite treat. “Tank you.” You grabbed your fruits and wandered over to the couch.

“If that wasn’t the proof you needed to know y/n’s yours, I don’t know what is.” JARVIS commented, beginning to pull the video feed from your adventure and adding it to the “Baby Book” file in Tony’s experiment collection.

“You think I ever doubted it? Y/N’s got my perfect facial hair, duh.”

Summary: You're not the best at hand-to-hand combat, but your the second best Stark with sarcastic responses.

Warnings: Platonic nicknames, possible swearing, sarcastic humour.

Reader's Age: 18

The biting wind whipped around Y/n as she stood on the training platform, a scowl etched on her face. Sparring with super soldiers in January was not her idea of a fun Friday afternoon. Especially when all she had to defend herself was the Stark family arsenal of sarcasm.

“Alright, kid, you ready?” Steve, radiating earnest encouragement, adjusted his gloves. Beside him, Bucky simply stared, his metal arm gleaming dully in the overcast light. Sam hovered behind them, a wry grin on his face. He knew how this usually went.

"Born ready, Captain Rogers," Y/n quipped, her voice dripping with irony. "Just try not to break anything too important. Dad would have a conniption if his precious lab assistant came back in pieces."

Steve winced. He still wasn't entirely used to Y/n's… bluntness. "We'll be careful, Y/n. This is just for practice."

"Practice for what? The Super Soldier Olympics?" She rolled her eyes. "Last time I checked, my skill set leaned more towards coding and caffeine addiction, not hand-to-hand combat."

Bucky finally spoke, his voice gruff. "Everyone needs to know how to defend themselves, Stark. Especially with your… family history."

That hit a little too close to home. Y/n tightened her jaw. "Right, because I specifically asked to be born into a world of interdimensional travel, rogue AI, and sentient purple grapefruits. My bad."

Steve sighed and stepped forward. "Alright, enough talking. Let's see what you've got."

The next few minutes were, to put it mildly, humiliating. Steve, ever the gentleman, pulled his punches, but even he couldn't help but land a few glancing blows. Bucky, predictably, was less restrained. His metal arm was like a battering ram, and Y/n found herself mostly dodging and weaving, her reflexes surprisingly sharp despite her lack of formal training.

"Having fun yet?" Sam called out, leaning against the railing.

"Oh, I'm having a ball, Sam," Y/n gasped, narrowly avoiding Bucky's fist. "This is exactly how I pictured spending my Friday: getting pummeled by a century-old assassin. Living the dream, really."

She managed to duck under Steve’s arm and deliver a swift kick to his shin. It wasn’t exactly a knockout blow, but it was enough to make him stumble.

"Not bad, Y/n," Steve said, rubbing his leg. "You're getting faster."

"Years of dodging Dad's bad science puns have honed my reflexes," she retorted, then spun to face Bucky, who was advancing with a predatory gleam in his eye. "Alright, Tin Man, let's dance!"

Bucky lunged. This time, Y/n tried a different tactic. As he swung his metal arm, she sidestepped and grabbed a handful of his long hair, yanking him off balance.

"Whoa! Hey!" Bucky sputtered, momentarily disoriented.

"Sorry, Barnes! Didn't know you were so sensitive about your 'vintage chic' hairstyle," Y/n said, releasing him and darting away.

Sam burst out laughing. Even Steve cracked a smile. Bucky, however, wasn't amused. He charged again, his movements less precise, fueled by irritation.

Y/n knew she couldn't keep this up forever. She was already winded, and her sarcasm reserves were starting to run dry. As Bucky cornered her near the edge of the platform, she knew she was out of options.

"Okay, okay, I surrender!" she yelled, throwing her hands up in the air. "Uncle! Mercy! I admit defeat! You win, metal arm! You’re the best at… uh… arming metal-ly! Yeah, that’s the one.”

Bucky stopped, his expression a mixture of annoyance and begrudging amusement. “You’re impossible, Stark.”

“That’s what my therapist keeps telling me,” Y/n said, panting. She collapsed onto a nearby bench, gathering her breath.

Steve clapped her on the shoulder. "You did well, Y/n. You're quick, and you think on your feet. You just need to work on your… offensive capabilities."

"My offense is impeccable," Y/n said, gesturing to Bucky. "Just ask him. I practically incapacitated him with my devastating wit."

Sam snorted. "Yeah, well, wit doesn't exactly stop a bullet."

"True," Y/n conceded. "But it can annoy someone enough that they forget what they were going to do in the first place. That's a defense mechanism in itself, right?"

She looked up at their faces, a hopeful glimmer in her eyes. They were her dad’s friends, family even. And despite the inherent strangeness of having super soldiers trying to turn her into a miniature Avenger, she knew they cared.

Steve, ever the optimist, gave her a reassuring smile. "It's a start, Y/n. We'll keep working on it."

"Great," Y/n said, her sarcasm returning full force. "Just promise me one thing: next time, can we at least do this in a heated environment? And maybe with a pizza? I'm pretty sure I can weaponize pepperoni."

Bucky rolled his eyes, but there was a hint of a smile playing on his lips. Even he had to admit, Y/n Stark, with her sharp tongue and Stark-brand stubbornness, was growing on him. Even if she did almost pull his hair out. He smirked, “I’d pay to see that.”

As the three men began to pack up, Y/n pulled out her phone. Time to order that pizza. And maybe send Dad a text. Something along the lines of: 'Almost got murdered by Bucky today. Send backup (and maybe a new shield design. Sarcasm-proof, preferably).

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Give Him A Chance, Dad » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier and Tony Stark/Iron Man

Pairings: Dad!Tony Stark & Daughter!Reader, Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Stark!Female Reader

Summary: You try to talk your dad into giving Bucky a chance.

Warnings: Fluff, little bit of Angst, language, mentions of HYDRA/Winter Soldier, kissing, pet names

A/N: Thank you for the lovely request, anon🩵

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by my friend🩵 / divider made by me

GIFS ARE NOT MINE! Gif credits go to the creators.

OOOOOH MY GOD YES ANON YOU ARE SO SO CORRECT ABOUT THIS. We've got a long one here so buckle up bitches

Tony’s the type of dad to have no boundaries in the HEALTHIEST WAY possible. You could start ANY conversation with “hey dad, is it normal-” and he’s already FULLY prepared for wherever this is going. He doesn’t even need to know where it’s going, he just knows he’s going to get you to your destination safely. You head into his workshop with one of those “I have a question but I feel weird about asking it” looks and you drop the “can I ask you something? Is it normal-”

He’s already dropping his tools and giving you his full attention.

“I’m sat.”

His abrupt use of slang instantly breaks the tension and you find yourself laughing. You give him a withering look. 

“And I really regret teaching you what that means.” 

He doesn’t even blink, he just shrugs and states matter of factly, “I would have found out anyway.”

And it’s true, he would. (Someone pLEASE remind me to go into how in touch Tony is with slang and memes and youth culture and how surprisingly influential he is with gen z and gen alpha because I have a LOT to say on the matter.)

If you’re a boy or amab, Tony can confidently promise you there is NOTHING you’re going through or worried about he hasn’t already seen. He’s been around every rodeo at least twice. The freckle on your sack is not cancer, you’re totally healthy (but he’ll have Jarvis run some tests just to double check), or just because you need to shave more or less often than you thought you would right now doesn’t mean you’re broken or your hormones are out of whack. If you got a random weird boner it doesn’t mean you’re suddenly attracted to the squirrel you saw outside a bodega. Tony can and will confidently tell you that it’s okay, sometimes a random boner is just a random boner. 

If you’re trans this man is CONSTANTLY reassuring and affirming your gender. Doesn’t matter if you’re his son, his daughter, or just his kid. The point is you’re his kid. No one in Stark Tower EVER misgenders you (because they’re nice and you’re basically their Eloise/Zack and Cody. They literally ALL love you.) and if they say anything shitty about you even if it’s behind your back??? OH. BOY. OH MY GOD WHY WOULD THEY DO THAT. You know when he’s yelling at Peter and he’s like “no because this is where you ZIP IT. THE ADULT IS TALKING.” Dad wrath + CEO OF YOUR COMPANY WRATH??????? UNMATCHED. Any issues you have with hormones or first puberty or second puberty or anything to do with your transition including any parts or pieces that you want added or removed, he has NO fucking restraint in his support. He is so, so deeply there for you. There’s not any topic “awkward” or “embarrassing” enough that his dad instinct doesn’t immediately override. He just hears my kid needs something. My kid has a problem so I am going to fix it. It goes without saying that he gets you the BEST care team on the entire planet for gender affirming care. No that is not an exaggeration. You’ve got a whole team of doctors and specialists from Iceland, Belgium, Thailand, Malta, Germany, and Canada to name a few, some of your doctors are even trans themselves so they really get first hand what you’re going through. And among his other work as Iron Man both globally and to provide relief for innocent civilians all over the middle east and africa, and other dangerous or active war zones, you know what he does?? He launches a campaign called Operation Nest Egg. You know what Operation Nest Egg does???? It gets at risk trans youth in transphobic or dangerous places out safely, AND provides access to excellent gender affirming care. Of course Tony always cared about looking out for marginalized and oppressed groups, but now that he has a trans kid??? It’s really fucking personal.

And last but DEFINITELY not least, do not get me STARTED on how much this whole topic applies to girl dad!tony. I still struggle to wrap my head around how much of a feminist this man is when it comes to you. I feel like there’s still a lot of stigma around girl dads that they can’t or don’t participate in stuff like period talk, shaving, relationship questions, all that girl stuff (or if there’s not a stigma there’s not nearly enough representation for involved girl dads yk) and the thing is Tony is SO wrapped up in how big his little girl is getting, he still sees you as his baby, so when it does come time to start preparing for puberty talks and stuff like that, he feels totally blindsided for a moment. Like it’s only just NOW dawning on him that his brave brilliant little girl is going to end up as a brave brilliant little woman in just a few years. And does that actually make him want to choke and sob and throw up??? Yes!!!! Of course!!!!! He could barely handle it when you started walking and didn’t need him to carry you anymore, you think he’ll be able to cope with seeing his little girl fill out her first voter registration form?????? Absolutely not!!!!! But he’s going to!!!!!! Because he keeps reminding himself, this is what he signed up for. Raise you better than his dad did with him, end the generational cycles, and enjoy every minute of it. And he’s doing a damn good job so far. 

So when he starts preparing to help you through your tween and teenage years, he starts like a goddamn doomsday prepper. He’s already having Jarvis compile an almanac of any and every single issue and problem and question that girls could possibly go through during puberty, he’s making himself a fucking teenage girl OSHA manual. It’s this. It’s literally this.

The odds of you feeling nervous or awkward or weird about talking to your dad about girl stuff are low, just because of how deeply supported you feel by Tony all the time. But if you do, you can GUARANTEE you’re in for what will become one of Tony’s top Iron Dad talks of all time. It starts a little quiet, a little awkward, and after a moment of silence he gives you a look. “Would you rather talk to Pepper about all this? Cause we can get Pepper up here to walk you through it.”

He dead pans the question, but there’s an underlying current of sincerity. Of course if you wanted to talk to pepper instead he’d respect that, but his heart would also break a little knowing that there’s something that he wasn’t qualified to help you with. But he doesn’t have to worry about that. The moment he even suggests asking pepper, your eyes go wide and you shake your head adamantly. “No. I definitely do not want to talk to Pepper. About like… filing taxes or something, sure. But not this.”

And he laughs, because he knows exactly what you mean. Pepper is great, really. She’s great at what she does. And what she does is keep Stark Industries running like a machine, excelling in her role as the notorious ginger corporate shark. The Stark Shark, if you will. Tony did try to talk her into an investment program called Stark Tank. That was shot down quickly, but he’ll bring it up again at some point. 

You let out a weepy laugh and continue. 

“One time I went to Pepper because I scraped my knee and she dropped me off at a first aid station in the R&D labs, and said that I can take it from there.” You recall. “I am not asking her for a tampon. Like, ever.”

You’re both laughing now. Tony feels a deep sense of catharsis, of rightness  that you don’t trust anyone but him to help you when you’re confused or in a fragile, delicate moment like this. This is a really huge moment for both of you, because it shows you first hand that there is nothing and I mean nothing that you cannot talk to your dad about. If for whatever reason you’re particularly upset or uncomfortable and you feel like you can’t get the words out, you can always write it down. He probably whips up some cool program with a snarky anagram like SAWTRAP. Sensitive Anxious Worries Text Read Articulation Program. Yes he did name your puberty guide ai thing after a jigsaw trap. Probably your idea because “it’s gonna be years of blood horrors, just… dressed cuter. And with lip gloss.”

So the way SAWTRAP works is that if you need to talk to something but you don’t want to say it (which is rare) you can type it out and Tony gets pinged (if he’s not already in the room with you, which he usually is). He connects to an earpiece so you don’t need to worry about someone overhearing, and so do you. Your question is played for him in an AI modulated vocode of your voice, he types out an answer, sends it back, and you hear his AI voice reply through your headphones. It’s deeply encrypted for security and privacy, and it feels personal and reassuring with an added layer of slight distance for you to process without feeling awkward or anything. And lemme tell you, this shit WORKS. It works so well you rarely have to use it. It actually makes you feel more secure knowing you have options, that for little questions body hair, random aches or pains or twinges, ways to keep your skin clear you can even just ask Jarvis. Ask Jeeves?? I don’t know her. Jarvis is your robot friend, and Tony is your dad and your number one supporter and SAWTRAP is your dad box. 

The point is that there is nothing in this goddamn world, or any of the other ones that you can’t Talk to Tony about. Also, part of him is still like “wait wait. You scraped your knee and pepper sent you to an eye washing station in the R&D labs???? Where the hell was I during this??? They had to have been merchandising all the Avengers stuff, you know I always keep Iron Man bandaids around for you.”

"No, but you see, that makes me make this face ☹️. This is not a good face."

"Hey, hey. We are using gentle hands. If you can't do that, you will keep them at your sides or in your lap. Capiche?"

"I understand you are having a big feeling, but you do not throw those papers at me."

Hi! So, I’ll be honest, I had no idea what a PDHPE assessment was at first 😅 and had to do a little digging. Once I realized it was more of a fantasy-style prompt, it actually fit really well with a Stark!Reader storyline. Hope it’s close to what you imagined, and that you enjoyed watching Peter Parker fall head over heels for his assignment partner💙✨

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𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞… 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭?

Parings → Peter Parker x Stark! Reader

Warnings → Fake dating, Friends to lovers, Fluff, Humor, Stark Sarcasm, Protective Tony, Flash being Flash, Mild language, PDA.

Summary → What started as a fake dating project turns real fast.

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You were already halfway checked out the moment your PDHPE teacher, Ms. Calder, wrote “Relationship Simulation Project” across the whiteboard in big Pink letters.

You blinked at it.

Peter, two rows over, tilted his head like a confused golden retriever.

And Flash whispered (loudly), “Is she seriously making us fake date? This is not what I signed up for when I chose PE over Drama.”

You leaned over to MJ, eyebrow raised. “What the hell kinda Black dimension lesson plan is this?”

Ms. Calder clapped her hands for attention like a chaotic game show host.

“Okay, class! So to explore interpersonal communication, compromise, and emotional regulation, you'll be paired up to simulate a romantic relationship for one week. Each pair will complete a daily journal, a conflict resolution worksheet, and plan a 'mock date' together. This is for assessment, people.”

A few groans echoed around the room. Peter Parker turned an impossible shade of red.

You muttered, “If I wanted forced intimacy, I’d go to another Stark family therapy session.”

“Names are being randomly chosen,” Ms. Calder went on. “No swaps, no trades, no take-backs. This is about working with people outside your comfort zone. Growth, people.”

You rolled your eyes. “Growth can kiss my a—”

“—nd our first pair is…” She glanced at her tablet. “Peter Parker and Y/N Stark.”

The silence was so loud you could hear the metaphorical record scratch.

You blinked once. Then twice.

Peter looked like he had stopped breathing. Fully frozen. His pen dropped out of his hand and rolled off the desk with a dramatic little clatter.

MJ snorted quietly beside you.

“Oh my God,” you said under your breath. “I’m going to fake date a human golden retriever.”

She elbowed you. “Didn’t you say you haven’t seen him since that mission briefing last week where he knocked over two mugs and called you ‘dude’ twice?”

“That was three mugs,” you muttered, “and he also called me ‘sir’ once by accident.”

Meanwhile, Peter was frantically gathering his things to come sit beside you. He bumped into the desk. Then the chair. Then his own knee.

You raised your hand as he awkwardly took the seat next to you.

“Quick question,” you said dryly. “Do I get hazard pay for babysitting a nervous breakdown?”

Ms. Calder smiled like she hadn’t heard you. “Try to treat this seriously, class. Think of it as a way to learn about yourself, and each other.”

You turned to Peter with a half-smirk. “So… boyfriend. Long time no see. Ready to fake love me for a grade?”

He coughed. Choked on his own spit. Literally.

“Y/n! I—uh—hi. Yeah. I mean. Sure. Girlfriend. Wow. Okay. This is fine. I’m fine.”

You leaned back in your chair. “You’re already sweating, Parker. This is gonna be fun.”

Peter just nodded, trying to look casual while dying inside.

You raised an eyebrow. “You're already short-circuiting and we haven't even started. You're lucky I'm used to tech malfunctions.”

Peter let out a laugh that was mostly panic. “Um. Yeah, fake dating. Cool. Fun.”

You tilted your head, amused. “Weird how I’ve seen you literally throw a bus across a street and this is what breaks you.”

He groaned softly. “Please don’t tell Mr. Stark I choked on my own spit when you said ‘boyfriend.’ ”

You smirked. “Depends. You plan on doing anything else embarrassing today?”

Peter looked genuinely concerned. “Should I say yes just to mentally prepare?”

You leaned back in your chair with a shrug. “Honestly? Yeah.”

Oh yeah. This was gonna be chaos.

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You told yourself it was still just an assignment.

Even when Peter brought you real flowers to your “mock date.”

Even when his hand lingered way too long during your “communication trust exercise.”

Even when he sent you goodnight texts that said “sleep well, Y/N :)” like it was just for homework.

You were a Stark. You didn’t catch feelings. Feelings caught you and then got yeeted into the sun.

At least, that’s what you told yourself until you were ten minutes into your second fake date, sitting side by side at the local boba place Peter picked, knees touching under the table and you realized:

Peter Parker was kind of… devastatingly sweet.

And kind. And funny. And soft. And awkward. And nervous in a way that was weirdly endearing, like he wanted to impress you but didn’t want you to know he wanted to impress you.

“You don’t have to hold my hand the whole time,” you teased, looking down where his fingers were wrapped gently around yours.

His ears turned bright red. “R-right! Sorry! I just—Ms. Calder said physical affection boosts realism and—uh—I can let go, I wasn’t trying to—”

You smirked and squeezed his hand. “I’m messing with you, Parker. Relax.”

“Oh,” he said, clearly short-circuiting again. “Cool. Haha. Relaxing. I am relaxed.”

He was not relaxed.

You tilted your head and studied him for a moment, your tone softening.

“You’re doing really well, y’know. You’re not half-bad at this fake boyfriend thing.”

His eyes flicked to yours, hopeful. “Really?”

“Yeah.” You smiled, surprised at how much you meant it. “Honestly… I think you’re kind of better than most real ones.”

He blushed so hard he nearly combusted.

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DAY 4: Texting for the ‘assignment’

Peter: hey so i’m supposed to check in with my fake gf or i fail romantic communication

You: wow. tragic.

Peter: i know. pls answer this or i’ll have to write a poem about my emotional decay

You: ngl i kinda wanna see that

Peter: rude. i’m a sensitive artist.

You: ok ok. i had a good day. fake bf check-in: 8/10. could use more boba.

Peter: noted. fake gf deserves the world (and also extra boba)

You stared at your phone way too long after that one.

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DAY 5: Jealousy hits like a truck.

You were walking out of class when Flash suddenly appeared like a gremlin summoned by drama.

“Hey Stark,” he grinned, draping an arm over your shoulders. “If this whole fake thing with Parker doesn’t work out, you know where to find me.”

You blinked at him. “The trash?”

Peter was a few steps behind you, arms crossed, clearly trying so hard not to look bothered.

When Flash strutted off, Peter mumbled, “You know, you really don’t have to flirt back just to keep it realistic…”

Your brow furrowed. “What?”

He froze. “N-nothing! I mean, it’s fine, I’m not mad! Or jealous. Or—uh—noticing. You can flirt with whoever. Because we’re fake. Haha. Totally fake.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You good, Webs?”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “Y-yeah. Totally. Just… don’t date Flash. Even fake-dating Flash would be a crime against humanity.”

You laughed. But something weird and warm fluttered in your chest.

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Later, you were walking together toward the compound’s garage when he offhandedly said,

“I used to have this thing for Liz, but that feels like… forever ago.”

You nodded casually, but your smile dropped half a centimeter.

Used to. Past tense. Cool. Why did that sting?

“...She’s not you though,” Peter added quickly, without even looking at you.

You stopped walking.

“What?”

He blinked. “What?”

You squinted at him. “Did you just compare me with her?”

Peter turned crimson. “NO I—well—I mean yes? B-but I didn’t mean it like that, I just—I mean you’re—you’re you, and she was—wasn’t.”

You stared at him for a second. “That was maybe the dumbest sentence I’ve ever heard.”

He buried his face in his hands. “I deserve that.”

You smirked. “Yeah. But… thanks. I think? ”

You kept walking, but now your heart was doing that stupid flutter thing and you had to pretend you weren’t smiling like an idiot.

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Final day of the project.

You sat in the back row of PDHPE, arms crossed, watching another pair present their “reflection” with forced smiles and robotic delivery. You and Peter were up next.

Your brain was not focused on the assignment. It was spinning with the emotional chaos of the past week, the “practice” holding hands, the late-night texts, the jealousy, the way Peter looked at you like you were the only person on the planet.

Which, rude, because he wasn’t supposed to make you feel like this.

Feelings? For Peter Parker?? That was so not in your schedule.

You cleared your throat. Time to deploy your defense mechanism: Sarcasm, Stark-style.

“You ready, Fake Boyfriend?” You whispered, elbowing him.

Peter looked nervous but smiley. “Only if you’re ready, Fake Girlfriend.”

God, he had the audacity to look at you with those soft brown eyes and mean it.

You rolled your eyes. “Let’s get this cringe-fest over with.”

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The two of you stood in front of the class. Your slideshow behind you was mostly Peter’s doing, because let’s be honest, you were good at many things, but formatting Google Slides without adding memes of your dad or the Avengers in pajama pants was not one of them.

Peter started off with the basic summary:

“Over the last seven days, we explored different aspects of relationship-building like communication, empathy, and conflict resolution—”

You cut in, deadpan:

“—And somehow didn’t kill each other. A modern miracle.”

Everyone laughed. Peter blushed. You smirked.

Then came the reflection part.

Peter shifted awkwardly. “Um. So. Personally… I learned that sometimes, pretending something is real can accidentally, maybe, kinda… feel real.”

Your heart skipped a beat. You glanced sideways. He wasn’t looking at the class. He was looking right at you.

You blinked and whispered, “Is that in the notes, or are you just going off-script?”

He shrugged, nervous smile tugging at his lips. “Off-script.”

Your heartbeat was not listening to you anymore.

You turned back to the class with a too-casual shrug. “Well. I learned that boys who bring you boba and blush a lot might actually be tolerable.”

More laughter. But your voice cracked a bit, just at the end.

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After class.

You bolted down the hallway, trying to collect your thoughts, only to hear sneakers skidding behind you.

“Y/N—wait, hey—can we talk for a second?”

You turned, arms folded, doing your best impression of Not A Girl With Feelings.

“About what? Our fake relationship? Or the part where you made it all confusing by being, like… weirdly sweet and real boyfriend-y and—ugh—nice?”

Peter blinked. “You thought I was sweet?”

“Don’t push it.”

He stepped closer, looking a little breathless. “Okay. I know we were supposed to be pretending. But I wasn’t pretending when I said it felt real. Because… it did. You feel real.”

You stared at him. “That doesn’t even make sense.”

He swallowed. “I mean… you’re always sarcastic and you act like nothing phases you. But I see you. You take care of people. You remember the tiny stuff. You roll your eyes, but you never walk away.”

Your wall cracked, just a little. “That’s......dumb. You’re dumb.”

Peter laughed, a little shy. “I know. But I like you anyway.”

You blinked, heartbeat absolutely feral now. “You do?”

“I-I do.”

He stepped a little closer. His voice lowered, nervous and hopeful.

“Can I kiss you? Like… for real?”

You bit your lip. “For the assignment?”

He smiled. “No. For me.”

You hesitated for a breath. Then whispered, “Okay. But just so you know… It's my first kiss but I'll still grade harshly.”

He leaned in. Gentle. Warm. Soft like a secret.

And fireworks. Literal brain static. You barely registered the way your hand reached up and grabbed his hoodie to pull him a little closer, just to be sure this was real.

When you pulled back, both of you were blushing messes.

Peter grinned. “So… real boyfriend now?”

You smirked. “Guess so, Parker. Don’t screw it up.”

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Peter didn’t think the day would end like this.

Standing in the Tower kitchen. Shirt slightly wrinkled. Lips slightly swollen. Heart? Absolutely sprinting.

You were sitting on a stool across the island, trying (and failing) to hide your smirk behind a mug of tea. Because, well… your dad had entered the chat.

And he did not look thrilled.

Tony Stark stood there, arms folded, brows raised in that very I’m not mad, just… disappointed. And maybe preparing to nuke your soul kind of way.

“I thought,” Tony said slowly, “this whole ‘pretend boyfriend’ thing was for an assignment. You know. Educational purposes. Graded participation. Harmless simulation.”

Peter swallowed. “It—uh. It was. Originally. I swear.”

Tony raised one brow like he was about to pull up a PowerPoint labeled LIES.

“So when exactly,” he asked, voice dangerously calm, “did this turn into my daughter shoving her tongue down your throat on my security footage?”

You choked on your tea. Peter looked like he might faint.

“Mr. Stark, I swear, it wasn’t—like—planned, I didn’t mean to—”

“Didn’t mean to what? Fall head-over-webs for Stark Baby #1? Accidentally catch feelings during a state-mandated fake dating project? Grow up, Parker. That’s literally the plot of every romcom ever.”

Peter blinked. “So… you’re not mad?”

“Oh, I’m mad,” Tony said, sipping his espresso. “I’m furious. Because I trusted you to be an awkward little nerd with no game. And here you are. Pulling moves.”

You leaned forward, grinning. “Dad. Chill. It’s not that deep.”

Tony narrowed his eyes. “Y/N, sweetheart, I love you. I do. But you have the worst taste. First you had a crush on Draco Malfoy when you were ten, and now this—”

“Draco was misunderstood!” You snapped.

“Yeah, well so is Parker,” Tony said, glaring at him. “Misunderstood until he’s grounded for life.”

Peter looked pale. “Am I grounded?”

“You? ” Tony snorted. “Kid, you’re not even my kid. I can’t ground you. I can just… make your life extremely inconvenient.”

You laughed. “He’s bluffing.”

“I invented bluffing,” Tony said.

Peter raised his hands, sheepish. “Look—I know this is… not ideal. But I like her. A lot. And I promise I’ll never hurt her. I mean that.”

Tony stared at him for a long, quiet moment.

Then he sighed. “Great. Now I gotta threaten a teenager with a vibranium wrench. Happy Tuesday.”

You jumped off the stool and kissed Tony on the cheek. “Love you, Dad.”

“Uh-huh. We’ll see how much when your monthly allowance suddenly evaporates.”

Peter grinned nervously. “Mr. Stark, sir? Please don’t evaporate anything. Especially..... me.”

Tony gave him a long, thoughtful look.

Then—

“Alright. Fine. Just… no funny business under my roof. And if I see you sneaking into her room again, I’m replacing your web-shooters with electric hand belts.”

Peter turned white. “Y-Yes sir.”

You blinked at Tony, all wide-eyed innocence. “Define ‘funny business,’ exactly?”

Tony groaned into his espresso.

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Extra: Stark Baby Got A Boyfriend

You weren’t trying to cause a scene. You really weren’t.

But you were also very much not sorry that Peter Parker—newly promoted boyfriend and your favorite fake-to-real love story—was kissing you like the world didn’t exist.

Right in front of your locker.

At 8:02 a.m.

On a Wednesday.

You were the one who pulled him in, hands in his hoodie, heart in your throat.

He stiffened for half a second, then melted. Melted like butter. His hands found your waist, hesitant but warm, and he kissed you back like he’d been waiting his whole life for it.

Your fingers curled into the front of his hoodie as he leaned in, lips warm, kiss a little messy and rushed, like he was still getting used to the whole "dating a Stark" thing.

Which, let’s be honest—he was.

And then:

“UH—EXCUSE ME??”

You both jerked apart.

Cue MJ, coffee in hand, eyes wide like she just saw a UFO.

And Ned, frozen mid-step, mouth open, brain totally buffering.

They stood there like they’d accidentally stumbled onto the craziest scene in the universe.

“You guys are—? Since when are you—??” Ned flailed his arms, “I knew something was up during that mock conflict resolution session!”

MJ pointed dramatically. “You rolled your eyes at him too affectionately. That’s how I knew.”

Peter scratched the back of his neck, sheepish. “It’s… recent?”

“Understatement,” you muttered, smirking. “About sixteen hours recent.”

“Wha—?!” Ned shrieked. “I’ve been manifesting this since sophomore year and I still didn’t see it coming?!”

Peter chuckled, pulling you closer by the waist. “I think it surprised us too.”

And then, as if summoned by Devil himself—

FLASH THOMPSON WALKED BY.

He froze mid-strut.

Blink.

Blink blink.

Error 404: Brain not found.

You could hear his brain combusting.

“WAIT. WAIT. WHAT—WHAT IS HAPPENING—” Flash pointed. “YOU’RE—SHE’S—PARKER?! YOU’RE DATING Y/N STARK?!”

Peter blinked. “Uh. Yeah?”

Flash did a double take so violent he almost tripped over his own Air Jordans. “WHAT DIMENSION IS THIS. WHAT DO YOU MEAN PENIS PARKER GOT THE STARK HEIRESS??”

You tilted your head sweetly. “Aw, Flash. You jealous?”

He sputtered. “Of—of him?! No way, I just—like—seriously?! You’re a Stark! You could date anyone! You could date, like, a Hemsworth or someone!”

You shrugged. “Yeah, but Peter actually knows how to use a brain cell. And, y’know, he doesn’t speak in protein shakes.”

Ned wheezed. MJ snorted her coffee.

Peter was still red in the face, but the smile he gave you?

Yeah, worth every second of hallway gossip.

Flash, meanwhile, walked off muttering to himself like an NPC in total glitch mode.

So it would be with Tony Stark, and if its okay Male!Reader, but not romantic, the reader is a teen who is a product of some old fling Tony had and after being poorly taken care of by his mom (whatever that inclines you to write, abuse, bad boyfriend, alcoholism etc.) She dumps him off at stark tower with a note and what little belongings the reader has and his birth certificate to Tony for him to take care of. And the rest of what happens from there is up to you! Basically heavy on the found family troupe, and a little angst with some good fluff. The reader can be from 16-18 still in high school. He has Tony's sarcastic humor and smarts, but he nodes his intelligence because his mom never really helped him appreciate it, basically one of those kids that gets straight A's without seemingly trying and looking kind of stupid, the reader is quiet and a bit cold but that's because of how he was raised, and isn't one to share how he's feeling. If you can do this I'd be so thankful, if not its completely understandable, I hope I gave you enough creative liberty to make it fun, I know it'll be great if you do write it! Again I love your fics so much and I can't wait to read more of what you have!!💜☺

LEGACY

⤷ ANTHONY “TONY” E. STARK

ᯓ★ Pairing: Anthony “Tony” E. Stark x male!reader

ᯓ★ Genre: platonic!, a lot of angst and some fluff

ᯓ★ Request from: normal request

ᯓ★ Story type: one shot

ᯓ★ Word count: 5.5k

ᯓ★ Summary: literally what the ask said

ᯓ★ TW(s): mentions of abusive household and rader feeling like people keep abandoning him

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