Ugh all of your tony stark fics are *chefs kiss*!!!!! I wish you a lot of happiness!! May I have some more? A tony x male reader fic where he's trying to pursue someone who doesn't react much with his teasing and flirting, even though the reader does have interest in him. At some point tony almost give up until reader dropped the most unexpected response to his teasing. Thank you!! Have a nice day!
MAYBE HE'S JUST FOCUSED ON HIS JOB
tony stark x male reader
Tony was bored. Not the usual "I've invented three things before breakfast" kind of bored, but the deep, soul crushing boredom that came from running a multi-billion dollar corporation where everyone either feared him, wanted to sleep with him or both.
That's when he first noticed you.
You'd been at Stark Industries for a week, a new hire in the R&D department with an impressive resume and an even more impressive ability to remain completely unfazed by Tony's presence. While most employees either stumbled over their words or tried too hard to impress him, you simply nodded politely when introduced and went back to your work.
"Challenge accepted." Tony had muttered to himself that day.
The flirting began subtly at first. A lingering touch when handing you documents, a compliment about your tie that was just a little too personal, calling you "handsome" instead of your name. Each attempt was met with polite indifference.
You never rejected him outright, never told him to stop, but never gave him the reaction he was seeking either.
It was driving him insane.
"I don't understand," Tony complained to Rhodey during one of their weekly video calls. "I've tried everything. Flirting, bragging, even that thing where I pretend to be deep and thoughtful. Nothing. The guy's like a human brick wall."
"Maybe he's just not interested."
"No, that's not it," Tony insisted, pacing his workshop. "There's something there. I can feel it. It's like playing chess with someone who won't make a move, but you know they're secretly a grandmaster."
"Or he's just really focused on his job." Rhodey countered.
Tony waved dismissively. "Please. Nobody's that focused."
The game escalated over the following weeks. Tony started timing his coffee breaks to coincide with yours, "accidentally" bumping into you in hallways, and even bringing you files he could have easily emailed just to have an excuse to visit your desk.
"Tony, if you're so inclined to hover during company hours, please grab that stack of files over there and help file them," Pepper pointed a finger at the stack of folders on your desk. "If not, the board is requesting another meeting to discuss your latest project."
"But Pepper, can't you see that Y/N wants me around. I'm motivating him, isn't that right?"
Tony turned to you with the largest doe eyes, eyes that have always gotten him what he wanted, yet you simply continued organizing the files.
SMALL TIME SKIP
"You're really not going to break, are you?" Tony asked one evening, purposefully staying late just to catch you alone in the office.
"Break from what?"
"From this!" Tony gestured wildly between them. "The professional detachment! The complete lack of reaction to my undeniable charm and wit! Most people are either flustered or annoyed by now. You're just…nothing."
You raised an eyebrow. "Is that what this has been about? You trying to get a reaction?"
Tony's shoulders slumped. "Okay, fine. Yes. It started as a game, I admit it. But now it's…I don't know. It's driving me crazy that I can't get through to you."
You stood slowly, walking around your desk until you stood directly in front of him. Tony looked up, expecting another polite dismissal. Instead, you leaned down, your voice dropping to a low murmur that sent an unexpected shiver down his spine.
"Oh, I've been reacting, Tony. I've just been more subtle about it. Every time you lean against my desk, I'm calculating its structural integrity," you said, your lips curving into a smirk that was dangerously close to one of his own.
"Every time you 'accidentally' touch my hand, I'm noting the warmth of your skin. And every time you call me 'handsome,' I'm wondering how pretty you'll look with your hands tied around my headboard."
You straightened, your professional demeanor returning as if nothing had happened. "Was there something else you needed, Mr. Stark?"
Tony was frozen for a full thirty seconds, his brain short circuiting at the sudden shift. When he finally found his voice, it came out as a squeak. "You've been…what? Since when?"
You shrugged, already back at work. "Since day three. I was waiting to see how long you'd keep trying before you realized I'm not the type to go 'gaga' over anyone. I prefer to make them go gaga over me instead."
A grin spread across Tony's face as realization dawned. "You've been playing me this whole time!"
"Is that a problem?"
"No." He leaned in close, his voice dropping to match yours from moments earlier. "But just so you know, it's going to be you tied to my headboard."
You met his gaze with a challenging glint in your eyes. "We'll see about that, Stark."
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Summary: You meet your childhood best friend after 7 years. Would everything still be the same between you two? Or will you finally confess what you have kept to yourself all these years?
Category: Fluff, smut
Word Count: 3k
Warnings: family trauma, childhood trauma, reader is ashamed of their work, pining for a looong time, child abuse (not explicitly mentioned), a lot of sappy things honestly, oh also smut ensures towards the end.
A/n: This is written as a OC story, but you can imagine the character to be whoever you want. It took me some time to write this after thinking about it, so i hope you'll like it.
"Y/n! Is that you?" You heard a voice call out to you. A voice you could recognise anywhere, any day. Turning around slowly, you were facing Max Reynolds, your childhood best friend.
"Max! I am so surprised to see you here," you replied like you wouldn't have run away if you saw him first. It was difficult to pretend to be cool when you were always attached to him just a few years ago. To pretend like he was just someone you knew as an acquaintance.
You were truly surprised though. You never expected to be called by that name again. Never thought you'd hear Max's voice again. He sounded different now, more mature, his voice had gotten deeper since you knew him as a teenager. But somehow it was still Max. You thought you wouldn't be able to see him ever in your life again. Especially when you moved so far from home and cut all your ties to everyone back at your hometown.
"I should be the one saying that. You disappeared without a trace and now you meet me in New York of all places? I guess I must have been manifesting meeting you too hard."
What? He has been hoping to see you? You had thought about Max on multiple occasions, how could you not when he was your only true friend in that hellhole. But you believed that he would have forgotten about you by now. After all he was the popular kid who was friends with everyone.
"How long has it been since we last saw each other?" He asked interrupting your thoughts. His eyes had become softer, looking at you like he was finally admitting that you were real.
"7 years" you replied too quickly. Almost before his question was even over. Like you had been keeping a count of the days. You mentally kicked yourself for coming off as desperate in front of him, even after all those years.
"That is such a long time. You look like a completely different person. I almost didn't recognise you. I guess I was still imagining you to be that same guy you were seven years ago. Listen I need to rush for a meeting, but we should definitely catch up. Does tomorrow work for you? I am in New York for another week."
"Um- yea I can meet you tomorrow."
"Cool then, I need to head for a meeting. Let's exchange our numbers and I'll text you the place and time. I can't wait to sit and talk with you like old times" And just like that plans were made, you exchanged numbers and went your separate way.
He wanted to talk like the old days. But nothing was like the old times. Everything has changed. He had gotten hotter, you had gotten more confident, yet in front of him, you still stumbled around like that dumb kid with a crush. The only thing that hadn't changed was your heart still skipped a beat when you saw him, your mind still made all types of scenarios while talking to him. What hadn't changed was that you were still attracted to him and he didn't have a clue about it.
You started panicking because your past and present were colliding. Two separate worlds that you had planned on keeping seperate. And the only possible end is that you will be the collateral damage of this collision.
Throughout the day, you kept checking your phone to see if you had a text from Max. Every time a new message popped up, you would check the sender with 0.1 seconds. When by the evening he hadn't texted, you just assumed he had forgotten about it and felt a sense of relief along with a pang of disappointment.
Just when you were about to mope about it instead of texting him first, you received a text:
Max: Hey Y/n, sorry the meeting ran long.
How would you like to catch a movie before the dinner?
You: Sure that would work for me. I hope you pick a good movie. And ofc you're the one paying 😜
M: Yes Yes, I'll pay the price for us to meet.
Y: Hey you make it sound like I'm forcing you to meet me. If you don't wanna meet, you don't have to.
M: So you can joke but I can't? I see you haven't changed.
Y: Wow, already judging me? And here I was hoping for a nice dinner.
M: Don't worry I'll pay for whatever you order.
Y: 'Whatever' you say? You shouldn't make such big promises Mr. Reynolds.
M: I stand by my word.
Y: Don't worry, I'll play nice since I'm getting a free meal.
M: So, it's a date 😉
Why would he say it was a date? You did not know where you stood now. Surely he was just joking. Your mind was thinking a million thoughts a minute. Keeping your racing brain at bay, you mentally prepared for the fated meet.
And soon enough, you had dressed nicely and reached the agreed place at sharp 3:50 hoping you'd get to calm your nerves before meeting Max.
To your surprise, he was already waiting for you outside the theatre. He was looking more handsome that he did 7 years ago. You walked up to him and he smiled at you as soon as you came into his view.
"Y/n, I am so glad you came." He said hugging you and giving you the bouquet he had in his hand.
This surely was feeling a lot like a date. Were you being delusional? "Of course I came, you were paying." You joked.
You went inside the theatre and Max had picked the best seats in the whole place. And on top of that, it was a really nice movie. He always had been a huge cinephile, so that was no surprise.
After the movie, Max led you to the restaurant where he had already reserved a table with an amazing view of New York City. Once you were seated on the table, and after a little awkwardness, it no longer felt like you two had been apart for 7 years. You had a million topics to discuss. Somehow the man sitting in front of you had calmed all your nerves.
You talked about your old town, how the people around there were doing. Max told you he had moved away for college a year after you ran away. That the town is not the same for him without you.
You told him one of the reasons you ran away- how everything with your parents had turned out. He told you all about college. How he was a lawyer now after completing university and he was working in a firm in Boston. He said he was here for a meeting and that's how he ran into you.
"You never told me, what do you do for a living?" He asked after a lot of chatter and food.
"Oh- I am an actor." You didn't want to lie, so you sold him a vague truth.
"Oh that's so cool, is there something i would have seen you in?" He asked, popping a fry in his mouth.
"I don't think so, I'm not very popular. I mostly star in very niche movies. They are very low budget and all." It wasn't a lie right? Your niche was adult movies and they obviously didn't have a million dollar budget.
"That sounds interesting. I would love to see one of your movies someday."
"So, how's Lacy?" You asked trying to divert the topic.
"Who?" he asked with a puzzled look.
"You know, Lacy Jenson, your girlfriend." You remembered Lacy after all these years, about how obsessed she was with Max. And how she hated it when you used to hang out with him.
"Oh Lacy, she's just an ex now." He was very calm, which made you believe that this break up happened a long time back.
"What? When did you guys break up?"
"Right after high school. You and I both knew it wasn't gonna last."
His admittance left a source taste in your mouth. If he always knew that the relationship wouldn't last, why would he date her for 2 years?
"Are you seeing someone else then?" You ask quickly not letting your thoughts go any further.
"Well I am not with someone right now."
"Wow really? I never thought Max Reynolds would be single.
"Well there's a time for everything. How about you, are you dating someone?"
"Not really. You know I've never really been popular with guys." Max was one of the only people in your hometown who knew that you were attracted to boys.
"You just never knew who really liked you." Max said with a laugh like he knew some secret about you that you didn't.
And so the conversations lasted a long time. It was already 10 pm and you were almost prompted to take him to your favourite club. But he had work tomorrow and you had a shoot. So it was best if you didn't go there if you both wanted to be sober the next day.
Max, like the chivalrous man he always was, decided to walk you home- even though you were gonna take the subway. All the while, you talked about so many things, afterall you had 7 years worth of stories to share.
Upon reaching your neighborhood, you told Max that you can go home from here.
"Are you sure? This is such a sketchy neighborhood," he replied.
"Hey! NY is pretty expensive and not everyone is a big shot lawyer to afford a penthouse in Manhattan." You suddenly felt very protective of your area.
"But don't your kind of movies pay well?" He asked
"Wait, what do you mean 'your kind of movies '?" How tf does he know?
"I saw something you were in Y/n, i know you are a popular gay pornostar"
"So do you judge me now?" That was all you could ask him. You couldn't even look him in the eye.
It wasn't like you were ashamed of what you did. You did the best you could with what you had when you moved here. And it had always been good enough for you to survive on your own. But not everyone would feel that way.
"No, of course not! Why would I judge you?" Max said raising your head so you could look him in the eye.
"Do you wanna come upstairs? Maybe I can tell you more about my life." You asked him when you reached your building.
He just replied with a nod.
You had cleaned up the place. Not like you were expecting him to come over. It had been a mess for too long.
"I don't judge you, you know. I completely get why you did what you did. And you could've done something else, but I can't even imagine how difficult it must have been for you to move away at 17 with nothing to do and nowhere to stay. I know you ran away with very little money. You didn't even get to graduate from high school like everyone else. People talked all about you in town, how you ran away and I couldn't bear it anymore. I just had to leave too." Max said right as you both got inside the house and you closed the door.
And for the first time, you didn't have to explain anything. You didn't have to tell him that you wish life had been kinder to you, but your body was the only thing you had that you could use to survive in this world. That you would've done anything else, but as a naive teenager, you made a wrong decision and here you are.
The tears were involuntary, you hadn't even realised you were crying till Max came closer and hugged you. And suddenly, all the feelings you had been suppressing came out. All your tears, sobs, worries, anxieties, pouring on his shirt.
Finally, once you had calmed down, you let out a sad laugh, "Sorry I ruined your shirt."
"I don't care about the shirt, do you feel better?"
"Yes, thank you. Max, can I tell you something?" You really had nothing to lose. You probably wouldn't be in touch with Max after this anyways. And so, after he gave you a hum of approval, you confessed.
"I always had a huge crush on you. Back when we were in town. When we were friends. When I told you I like boys. When you were dating Lacy. I always liked you. You were my best friend, my crush and a man I would always wish could've been mine."
"What changed?" He asked.
He was so close and you just wanted to kiss him. You always didn't want to ruin the friendship, but there wasn't much of friendship left anyways. So you did press your lips to his, unsure at first.
Max kissed you back. He adjusted the position to kiss you better. One of his hands holding your waist, while the other was in your hair. He put his tongue inside your mouth and you both enjoyed the intimate moment. The kiss lasting long enough that you felt like you were trying to make up for a decade of pining over him. When you finally broke the kiss, it was only to breathe in some air.
"I had been wanting to do this for so long, I just wish I was braver 7 years ago." Max said, only confirming that he too wanted you all that time back.
You had no words to react to this confession. So you just kissed him to show how much you really wanted to do this too. You both were taking off each others clothes, never taking your lips off the other.
Once your shirt was off, Max started to kiss down your jaw, your neck, your chest, your nipples and you could feel his hot lips raising every nerve in your body.
You stopped him only to do the same thing to him. You first had to appreciate how sexy he had turned out to be. All well defined muscles for you to worship.
You kissed him slowly, taking your time to feel those arms, that chest, those abs. You were delighted to find out how sensitive his nipples were. After taking enough care of those, you decide to go lower and claim your prize.
You got him out of those pants and that is when you understood why he was so popular among all the girls. What you could see in front of you was no less than a marvel carved out by the Gods themself. He was both big and thick.
You got to work by licking the precum off the pink tip. Tasting that salty liquid. He smelled so masculine, the musk was overpowering you. You wanted to tease him more, kissing along the length with soft butterfly kisses. Licking him from the tip to the base and going back up. And when finally you took the tip in your mouth, the sounds he let out was sinful enough that it would put the devil to shame. You wanted to tease him more and go down very slowly, but Max had had enough of your teasing and pushed you down. Suddenly your nose was in his pubes and his dick was down your throat. Luckily all the years of practice was coming in handy and you were deep throating him like the expert you were.
Max was a moaning, grunting mess with how tight your throat and mouth were around his dick. It was like he could come right on spot. And he decided to take you off his dick to feel what more you had to offer. But the sight of you almost made him cum. You looked like a mess, your eyes watery, spit slobbered all on your chin. And one string of spit connecting you to his dick.
He flipped you on the bed so you were on your hands and knees. And he could see your thick ass, the very same he had seen in one of your videos. He pulled apart at your cheeks, looking at the right little hole waiting for him to ruin it. He licked down one thick stripe over your hole. And slowly out his tongue in. He ate you out like a starving man. Like you were the most delicious thing he had ever tasted. His tongue felt so deep inside you, that you couldn't help but wonder what his dick would feel like. He slowly started adding a finger and then two while eating you out.
Once he deeemed you open enough, he rolled on a condom, put you in missionary, put some spit on his dick and your hole, and slowly went inside you.
He truly was huge. A size your hole is never gonna forget. By the time he was fully inside you, you were already out of breath. He let you take all the time you needed to adjust to his length.
You moved yourself on his dick and that was enough signal for him. He started thrusting into you like there was no tomorrow. You could feel him hit your prostate after every thrust.
He only kept getting faster and wilder. You were almost feeling him in your stomach. All the abuse to your prostate paired with his sweet nothings had you very close.
"I'm gonna cum" you warned him.
"Come for me baby boy, I know you can do it untouched. Come on." Was all he said to you.
And as if following his command, you came untouched. Your hole tightening around his dick. His thrusts stuttered a little before he came into the condom with a groan.
You both were completely drenched in sweat and your cum. He was laying on top of you like a hot weighted blanket.
Soon enough he got up, went to the bathroom and brought a clean towel to clean you up. You were too tired to move after this. So he just came to the bed besides you and cuddled you.
"You know, sex is better when you do it with someone you actually like." Was the last thing you said to him before drifting off to sleep
Third chapter to my Percy Jackson x male reader fan fic
I must have fallen asleep because as soon as I woke up. Percy and Grover were gone, and I was already at my stop on Louisville 2348 St. I looked up at my apartment, not the best, but not the worst. "Did I dream the whole interaction?" I asked myself, feeling inside my pocket, and I pulled out the card Grover had given me. "Definitely not a dream," I said, going
up the elevator to the second floor.
The floor in my apartment was somewhat dim and dirty; there was a yellow light that always flickered. The hallway smelt of mildew and coins, but I had to put up with it. I set down my suitcase and opened it, and stuff went flying everywhere. "Why me?" I sighed as I grabbed my key from the pile of stuff, and I unlocked the red door.
I walked inside after being away from home for seven long months. It was dark in the hallway as I walked in and the only light source visible was the kitchen. "Dad? I'm home." I called out, carrying my suitcase in my arms, because I didn't feel like putting everything back in it just to take it right back out.
"Dad?" I called out as I entered the kitchen. My dad's name was Mason L/N. The same one who I called about the bullying and did absolutely nothing, the same person I have to take care of because he's too drunk to remember anything. I look to find him at our small, round wooden kitchen table, passed out. There were 5 bottles of beer and a bottle of tequila next to him, a stack of papers on his side, and a cigarette between his fingers.
I sighed as I picked up the papers and looked over them. "Bills, bills, bills," I continue looking over the paper and see a pamphlet about the Grand Canyon. I remember when we went to places with Uncle Fern, we always had so much fun together before Dad started his drinking addiction. I continue flipping through the mail until I see the last one addressed to "Mr. Mason L/N." From Saint Oaks, thats just great, he knows about the situation. I set the envelopes down and turn back to him.
"Dad, wake up, I'm home." I tried to shake him awake, but he must have drunk so much. "Dad!" I shook him one final time, and he jolted away like someone was breaking in
"Wha- oh! Y/N w-when did you get here?" He spoke slurred and had hiccups. His breath smelled like alcohol as he spoke. I moved away, grabbed a cup of water, and a pain relief to ease his hangover. " Just right now," I spoke. I moved through the small apartment with ease, cleaning and putting week-old dishes in the dishwasher as I gave him the cup of water.
It was quiet for a while. Dad sipped his water and looked around, trying to remember what he was doing before he was drinking.
My dad LOVED my mom, so much so, he left his entire family just to be with her. He dropped his job, his dreams, and his parents' money just to marry her. And when she had me and had to leave before they got married,
he was left hollow and empty without her. No pictures, no rings, just an empty, heartbroken man. He works the mornings for the bills and our living, and he works nights part-time for my school. He's told me I have her eyes and attitude, but I feel like sometimes he blames me for her leaving, and sometimes, I let him.
only she could have done. Dad told me that when I was a couple of months old, she had to leave because her family all depended on her to do a very important task and that it wasn't safe for me if she stuck around.
Now, being a kid, I didn't understand why a mother would leave her family, why couldn't someone else take that job, maybe her brother or sister? She wasn't dead, he made sure to remind me that, but she was just...gone? Disappeared into the night without a trace, he told me she said her goodbyes, and maybe one day we'll meet again, but that was eleven years ago, and I've just been hanging onto that fantasy, hoping one day we'll meet again and talk.
"Saint Oaks called today," My dad finally spoke, bringing me back to reality. His voice still slurred, but was starting to get clear. I tense up, and the lights in our apartment start to flicker, already knowing this will lead to an argument. "Look, I know what you're gonna say, but this time it wasn't my fault." I tried to defend myself, but he cut me off.
"You say that all the time," He hissed through his teeth. "You keep on getting sent off to some other school each time, I'm starting to think you do it on purpose, Y/N." He got up to go to his room, but muttered something under his breath a little loud. "It should have been you, not her," he slammed the door. I jumped a little as the door slammed and I just stayed by the sink processing his words. After I was finished, I went to my room, put my suitcase down, sat on my bed, and looked off into space, wondering what my mom was like and why did I have to be stuck with him.
I've never seen her, but I know she felt like the moment you wake up from a good dream and smelled of black tea and jasmine. Her long dark hair flowing under the moon as she whispered words in a language I didn't know to lure me to sleep, I sat there trying to remember who she was. It was so hard because she left when I was only months old.
I looked on my nightstand to see the letter she had written me still there. I read it every night, hoping that if I read it long enough, she would come knocking at the door wanting to be a part of my family again. But I'm not a child anymore; that hope died long ago with the version of my dad who listened and had a heart, and to say I was angry at her was an understatement. She left me when I was still a baby and told me this fake promise that we'll meet again, not even bothering to check in on me, not even in secret. I hated myself for feeling this way, I hated how she just left dad, and he turned into this empty husk, I hate how I used to cry every night when they would bully me about her not being there.
"I don't have time for this." I say, getting up, "Uncle Fern will give me those answers, and I will figure out what is going on." I say, completely ignoring the growing frustration and hurt from the secrets, the lies, the words, and the bullying and the pain from my parents. I stormed over to the house phone and typed his number in without looking at the call book.
The phone rang for a good 10 seconds, and then he picked up. "Y/N! How's it going, buddy? Listen, I wanted to apo-" I cut him off mid-sentence, already irritated. "Uncle Fern, I'm going to ask you a question, and do not lie because I already know the truth." I lied straight out of my ass, "What is a kindly one? What is the mist?
Who attacked me that day at the museum?" The phone went quiet, and he spoke more tensely and nervously. "Y/n, what are you tal-"
I cut him off again; this time, my irritation is shown. "You're lying, again! Enough with the lies! I spoke to Grover and Percy, and the same thing that attacked me attacked him,
so don't try to use that im overworked excuse." My voice is low enough to strike a little fear in his heart as he goes quiet. "How did you find out, Y/n?" He finally spoke, and not in a "You must have been hallucinating" manner, but a "Alright let's talk " manner. I was still irritated, but I calmed down when he finally didn't dismiss my questions like he had been doing this whole time. I started explaining to him what I know, and I hesitantly told him about the lights, and this was I felt so empowered by the dark.
"Y/n, stay at home and tell your dad you're going with me. I have to take you now." His voice was firm and concerned. "Take me where? You still haven't given me my answers." I say, trying to at least get something out of him. "Y/n, listen to me, they will be after you now that you're questioning stuff. I swear I'll explain on the way, you just have to trust me." He hangs up before I could even respond, "What is everyone's problem today?"
I sit there waiting for Uncle Fern by the front door, my dad still in his room getting his thoughts together. Knock-Knock-Knock, a hurried sound came from the door, and I immediately opened it to find Uncle Fern frantically moving inside and checking outside to see if anyone was out there.
"What are you looking for?" My question goes unanswered as he closes the door and locks it, "Y/n, I need you to go get your clothes. I'm going to talk to your dad about coming with me during the summer." He said, knocking on his door and walking in.
I immediately went to my room, grabbed a backpack, and started stuffing the essentials in there. As I was getting ready to leave my room, I remembered my mom's note. Even though I knew I shouldn't bring it and that I was too old to still read it every night, it had been ingrained in my life to the point I couldn't sleep without reading it. I reluctantly grabbed the letter and shoved it in my pocket, but not so hard that it would rip.
"Did you get everything you need?" Uncle Fern asked me while he closed the door to my dad's room. I was still confused about why and where we're leaving for, but I nodded, and he opened the front door, making sure no one saw us leave. We leave the apartment, the night sky shone so bright with so many stars twinkling out. His grey 2005 Chevrolet Cobalt was parked in one of the parking lot, he unlocked it with quickness I've never seen from him, and we got in and drove off. We sat with no noise except the radio playing in the background,
but I wasn't focused on what was playing; my mind was racing with so many questions and no answers. "Uncle Fern, where are we going?" I asked while looking out the window to see nothing but woods and the city lights seeming to get further and further away. He didn't respond right away; he seemed like he was trying to get his thoughts together. "On a vacation," He lied again, and I rolled my eyes. "You're lying, again. Why won't you talk to me? I'm not a baby, you know?" I say, looking at him. He sighed, knowing he couldn't hide the truth anymore. "Do you remember when that weird-looking woman with the big sun hat and the flower dress with the gloves kept following you around when you were in third grade?" That was definitely not what I was expecting when I asked him to talk to me. "Uhh...yeah? Why do you ask?" I say a little confused as I sat up a little straighter. In every school, something weird happened, and I had to leave, and most times it wasn't my choice. I'd usually get expelled or sent to a different school, no matter how hard I tried to plead my case.
Uncle Fern sighed, "I've tried to keep everything under wraps for the longest and tried to protect what I could of you, but it seems my job just got even harder." I blinked, "job?" I thought to myself. He continued, "Your mother... she wanted to send you to a place with others like you." I rolled my eyes when he spoke about her, "yeah, cause im not normal." I said in bitter words, and Uncle Fern looked at me with a guilty look, still hasn't apologized for earlier.
"I'm sorry for saying you're not normal it's just... you're special." I looked at him, and the car lights started to flicker, and he quickly spoke, hands still on the wheel. "Uh, scratch that, you're special in a good way, like you're one of a kind, and if I'm correct, you should be the only one of a kind." I looked confused as I sat back.
"Now, like I was saying, your mother wanted to send you to a place, a camp for people like you." I scoffed, "And why would I go to a camp because she said so? She didn't stay with dad because he said so." Uncle Fern looked at me again and then back at the road, "Y/n, you know she left for a reason to protect you, she had a job to do." I tried to hold back my words of anger, and I still felt that longing for a mother. "What was she like?' the words came out before I could stop them. "My mom?" Uncle Fern smiled softly as he spoke, "Your mother was strong in many ways; she always let her hair flow in the night breeze, she was taller than your dad, she had a temper just like yours, and her eyes looked like stars bursting. She would be so proud and happy to get to know you, Y/n." I felt my heart getting heavy as I smelt her scent of black tea and jasmine. "So this camp she wanted me to go to... is it the same one Grover wanted to take Percy?" I asked, taking out the card in my pocket, and Uncle Fern sighed. "Grover should have never told any of you about that, but yes." I nod and make a sound of approval, "And it's a summer camp?" I asked another question, finally getting my questions answered. "Yes, but some campers stay all year round, depending on how dangerous they are." "Dangerous?" I thought, trying to picture this summer camp. It was storming really badly. Uncle Fern's face grew more tense as he sped the car up. As I looked down, instead of feet, I saw cloven hooves.
synopsis: You have been neglecting your pharaoh for quite some nights in favor of spending them with Octavius. Not liking being neglected, your lover has come to adopt petty behaviors to garner your attention.
The first sign of trouble appeared on Tuesday, right after the sun set and the magic of the tablet brought everyone to life. You, stationed near the Mayan exhibit, had just finished a particularly engaging lesson on advanced siege tactics from Octavius and his men. When you spotted Ahkmenrah striding down the hall, you excused yourself.
"My love!" you called out, jogging to catch up to him. "You won't believe what Octavius just showed me. They have this thing called a 'testudo'—"
"I am conversing with Rexy." he said, not even glancing at you as he continued walking toward the T-Rex skeleton. Rexy couldn't converse. She mostly just roared and tried to eat small exhibits. You looked at Jedediah, who was sitting on his saddle nearby.
"Well, ain't that a kick in the teeth. The pharaoh's talkin' to the T-Rex 'stead of his own fella."
Wednesday was worse. Ahkmenrah had his Anubis guards form a human wall in front of the entrance to his temple. You approached cautiously. "My love? I brought you that golden scarab beetle you like."
One of the jackal-headed guards, the one you'd nicknamed 'Fluffy' in your head, shook his head. "His Greatness is not receiving visitors from the Roman sector."
"I'm not from the Roman sector! I'm from, well, technically I'm from a display case near the Romans, but still!"
"His Greatness has decreed you are 'Roman-adjacent' until further notice."
The absolute peak of his pettiness arrived on Thursday, in front of everyone. The nightly gathering in the main lobby was in full swing. Sacagawea was politely trying to explain the concept of personal space to Attila the Hun, and the Easter Island Head was complaining about his dust bunnies again.
You approached your pharaoh, who was holding court with Teddy. "My love, can we please talk?"
He turned to Teddy, completely ignoring you. "Theodore, my good friend, I was just admiring your mustache. Such a magnificent display of masculinity. So much more substantial than what one typically sees."
Teddy stroked his mustache, puffing out his chest. "Why thank you! It does take considerable grooming!"
You felt your eye twitch. He was complimenting Teddy's mustache. This was a new low.
"Are you serious?" you muttered under your breath.
Ahkmenrah's head snapped toward you, his eyes narrowed. "Did you say something, legionary? Or were you simply admiring the superior grooming habits of our esteemed Teddy?"
Jedediah cackled from his post. "Oh, he got you with the 'legionary'! That's cold, Pharaoh! Real cold!"
That was it. You'd had enough. You grabbed Ahkmenrah by his arm and hauled him to the Hall of African Mammals, under the glassy eyed gaze of a stuffed elephant.
"What have I done to deserve your scorn? Why did you instruct your guards to prevent me from visiting your exhibit yesterday? Why are you complementing another's appearance in front of me?"
Ahkmenrah yanked his arm free, straightening the golden armband you had just disturbed. He took a deliberate step back, putting distance between you as if you were a commoner with poor hygiene.
"You wish to know what you have done?" he asked, his voice dripping with theatrical disbelief. "You stand there, playing innocent, while I have been left to languish in my temple, alone and forgotten!"
You stared at him, completely baffled. "Languishing? My love, I see you every night! What are you talking about?"
He let out an indignant huff, gesturing dramatically toward the direction of the Roman exhibit. "Every night this week, where have you been? Huddled with Octavius and his miniature legion! Discussing battle formations! Practicing sword thrusts! Laughing at his jests about the 'glory of Rome'!"
"You're upset because I spent time with Octavius? He's my friend! And he was teaching me about the Testudo formation—"
"I DO NOT CARE ABOUT THE TURTLE FORMATION! I care that my beloved, the one person in this entire museum who should be worshiping at my feet, has been fawning over a man who stands no taller than my sandal!"
Ahkmenrah began pacing, his golden bracelets jingling with each agitated step. "You have neglected me for almost the entirety of this week! You have abandoned me for discussions of siege engines and military tactics! You haven't engaged with me in a simple conversation nor have you noticed nor complimented my new kohl eyeliner!"
You felt a headache coming on. "You're upset because I didn't comment on your eyeliner?"
He stopped pacing and turned to face you fully, his expression wounded. "And the headdress! And the ceremonial apron! I spent hours perfecting my appearance, only to be ignored while you played with tiny soldiers!"
Ahkmenrah's lower lip began to tremble slightly, though he tried to maintain his royal composure.
"Strip away the titles and I am just a man who is angry that his beloved doesn't fall to his knees and worship him as he rightfully should."
Despite your frustration, you couldn't help but feel a pang of affection for your ridiculously petty pharaoh. You stepped forward and gently took his hands.
"I'm sorry," you said sincerely. "I didn't realize you felt neglected. I should have been more attentive."
"You should have," he agreed, though without his anger. "I am, after all, a pharaoh. We require regular adoration to maintain our divine glow."
You couldn't help but smile. "Is that why you complimented Teddy's mustache? To maintain your divine glow through passive aggression?"
Ahkmenrah had the decency to look slightly embarrassed. "The mustache comment was perhaps excessive, but it is rather impressive, is it not?"
"Next time you're feeling neglected, just tell me," you pulled him closer. "No need to involve your guards or Teddy's facial hair."
Ahkmenrah allowed himself to smile, resting his forehead against yours. "Very well, but you will make it up to me by accompanying me to the Egyptian wing tonight. And you will compliment my headdress. And my eyeliner. And perhaps bring me one of those chocolate coins from the gift shop display."
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would loooove a jason todd x male!vigilante!reader with adhd one-shot
maybe they’re in a briefing together about a villain or something similar with either the batfam or the justice league and reader is practically vibrating out of his skin. like straight up cannot sit still so jason tries to subtly help with his hyperactivity?
hopefully that makes sense lol would love to see ur take on this but idm if you choose not to write it. have a good day!
THANKS FOR THE STRESS BALL
jason todd x male reader
authors note: apologies in advance for this being way too short, but I couldn't come up with more :( I also didn't specify wether you and Jason were in a relationship or this was just a bro coming in clutch, but either way, it's cute. Hope you enjoy!
The Batcave was cold as always, but that wasn't what was making you shiver. You sat at the long conference table, legs bouncing rapidly beneath it, fingers drumming an erratic rhythm against your thigh. Bruce's voice droned on about some new meta-human threat, but the words were blurring together in your mind.
"…possesses telekinetic abilities…last seen near the docks…unknown motive…"
Across from you, Jason watched with narrowed eyes. He'd noticed your restlessness the moment you'd arrived. How you'd practically circled the room three times before settling into a chair, how you'd picked up and put down the same coffee mug five times.
You shot him an apologetic look, trying to still your movements, but it was like trying to hold back the tide. Within thirty seconds, your foot was tapping again.
Jason sighed quietly. Then he extended his leg under the table, pressing his boot firmly against your bouncing knee. He wasn't even looking at you anymore, attention seemingly focused on Bruce's presentation, but his boot remained pressed against your knee.
"…Dick will take the rooftops. Tim, you're on surveillance…"
You found yourself unconsciously matching the pressure of Jason's boot, pressing back slightly. The counter pressure was strangely calming. Your fingers stopped drumming, your clicking pen lay forgotten on the table.
"…Jason and Y/N, you'll approach from the north…"
Jason's eyes met yours at that, and you saw the tiniest smirk play on his lips.
"Any questions?" Bruce asked, his eyes sweeping across the table. Jason's boot remained pressed against your knee for another moment before he slowly withdrew it. As the meeting broke up and everyone scattered to prepare, Jason lingered.
"You got something to fidget with?"
"No, left my stress ball at home."
Jason reached into his jacket and tossed you a small ball. "Keep it, just try not to lose it before we get back."
You smiled, genuinely this time. "Thanks, Jay."
"Don't mention it," he replied, already turning to leave. "But if you start fidgeting during the mission, I'm leaving you behind."
Hiii could you possibly do a Bucky Barnes X Male reader where reader and Bucky have been married for years and are highschool sweethearts but reader leaves for a few years and returns wanting a divorce
(Basically the plot of Sweet home Alabama But with Bucky Barnes 😛) 
JUST SIGN THE DAMN PAPERS!
bucky barnes x male reader
authors note: so, I've never watched Sweet Home Alabama, but skimming through the synopsis on IMDb, I think I've got the idea. But because I don't want to make the reader fall in love with someone else, and I kinda took your idea to be an AU, I made bucky be content to stay in the family restaurant business. So in this fic, I made the Barnes family have a small dinner which Bucky is all about and wants to continue working in (with Steve being like a brother who also tends tables or helps in the kitchen) while the reader wants to be a doctor or something. I'll flesh it out further in the fic, but I hope you guys like it!
The acceptance letter arrived on a Tuesday, thin and official looking among the junk mail. Your hands trembled as you tore it open, eyes scanning the formal language until they landed on the words that would change everything:
"We are pleased to offer you a position in our medical program…"
A scream of pure joy escaped your lips as you spun around the small apartment, waving the letter like a victory flag. "Bucky! I got in! I actually got in!"
Bucky appeared in the doorway, flour dusting his dark hair and apron. He'd been experimenting with new recipes for the family restaurant again. His blue eyes sparkled with pride as he swept you into his arms, lifting you off the floor.
"Of course you got in," he said, setting you down but keeping his hands firmly on your waist. "My brilliant husband. The future Dr. Barnes."
You leaned in, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss. "We'll make it work, right? Long distance for a bit, but love is enough."
"Love is everything," Bucky replied softly, forehead pressed against yours. "I'll visit every weekend. You'll come home for breaks. We've got this."
That night, you made love with a desperate intensity, trying to memorize every inch of each other's bodies before the distance came between you. Bucky traced the letters of your name on your back as you fell asleep, whispering promises of forever against your skin.
The first year was exactly as you'd planned. Bucky drove up every other weekend, sometimes surprising you with homemade meals from the family restaurant. You spent holidays back home with him, Steve, and the Barnes who had welcomed you like their own son.
During one visit, Bucky's mother pulled you aside, her eyes soft with affection. "He talks about you constantly, you know. Counts down the days until your next visit. My boy's been in love with you since you were both what, fifteen?"
"Sixteen," you corrected with a smile. "When I accidentally spilled that entire tray of drinks on him at the restaurant."
She laughed, patting your cheek. "And he never stood a chance after that. You two were meant to be."
But medical school demanded more than you'd anticipated.
The late nights studying, the exams, the clinical rotations. Time became your most precious commodity. Bucky's calls became less frequent as the restaurant expanded, requiring more of his attention. Then his mother fell ill and his visits stopped altogether.
"I'm so sorry," he said during one of your increasingly rare phone calls. "Mom's health is not good. The restaurant needs me too. Steve's trying, but he's not cut out for the business side of things."
"I understand," you replied, though the words felt hollow in the quiet of your dorm room. "Really, Bucky. I do."
But understanding didn't fill the empty space in your bed or the loneliness that crept in during those long nights at the hospital.
"I haven't seen him properly in over a year," you confessed to your roommate during your final year of residency. "I still love him, I think, but it's different now. Like we're acquaintances who happen to share a last name."
The realization came during your last weeks of residency. You were reviewing your calendar, trying to schedule a visit home, when you noticed with a jolt that you hadn't seen Bucky properly in over a year. Sure, you'd talked on the phone a handful of times, exchanged occasional texts, but the thought of seeing him filled you with a strange sense of obligation rather than excitement.
And the most damning realization of all? You didn't miss him that much. You missed the idea of him, the memory of what you'd once had, but the man he was now—so distant, so removed from your daily life—felt more like an acquaintance than a husband.
That night, you contacted a lawyer. The divorce papers arrived a week later, and you signed them with a hand that trembled only slightly. As you dropped them in the mailbox, you told yourself you were doing the right thing, freeing both of you to move on.
Bucky's response came quickly, not through signed papers but a phone call that left you shaken. "Divorce? After everything? No. I'm not signing these. We're not done."
You tried explaining, but he refused to listen, hanging up with a promise that you'd work this out when you came home. You didn't manage to return until a week before your residency was completed.
The small town looked exactly the same and completely different as you drove through. The family restaurant still stood on Main Street, but now it bore an elegant sign: Barnes & Son.
Your heart pounded as you pushed open the door, the familiar bell chiming your arrival. And there he was, standing behind the counter, looking older, more handsome, with new lines around his eyes that hadn't been there before.
He looked up, and for a moment, the world stopped spinning. His blue eyes widened, then narrowed. "You came back."
"I wanted to talk. In person."
He nodded toward the back office. "After closing."
The hours passed agonizingly slowly. You helped clear tables, catching up with Steve who was now managing the restaurant while Bucky handled the business aspects.
"Never thought I'd see you back here," Steve said, wiping down a table. "Bucky's been a mess since you left, you know. Threw himself into expanding the restaurant, taking care of his mom. Anything to keep busy."
Mrs. Barnes, thankfully recovered, hugged you tightly, tears in her eyes. "Whatever happened between you two, you fix it. That boy loves you more than life itself."
Finally, the last customer left, and you found yourself alone with Bucky in the office. It was small and cramped, but that wasn't what stunned you. It was the photos of you two lining up the walls—prom, graduation, your wedding day.
"I'm finishing residency next week," you spoke first. "I thought…I thought we should talk about this."
"Talk about how you're leaving me? Because that's what those divorce papers mean, right?"
"I'm not leaving you, Bucky. I think…I think we left each other a long time ago."
His shoulders slumped, the fight draining out of him. "I never stopped loving you, you know. Even when you were gone, even when we barely talked…"
"I know. I never stopped loving you either. But love wasn't enough, was it?"
"Maybe not," he admitted. "But maybe we could try again? Now that you're done with school…"
"Bucky, I'm staying in Manhattan. I have a job offer at Lenox Hill."
"Right, so this is really it then."
You watched him struggle with the realization and your heart ached. "I'm sorry."
"Me too. For letting us drift apart." A few seconds passed before Bucky spoke again. "Can I ask you something? Are you happy? Being a doctor?"
You considered it, thinking of the long nights, the difficult cases, the satisfaction of saving a life. "Most days. Yeah, I think I am."
"Good, that's what I always wanted for you."
You stayed for dinner, of course. The family treated you like you'd never left, and for a moment, you wondered if you'd made a terrible mistake. Once the plates had been cleared, you excused yourself for some air and climbed out to the fire escape. That is where Bucky found you.
"I always loved watching the stars from here." you said as he sat beside you.
"Some things don't change. Remember when we were seventeen and we mapped out our whole lives on this fire escape?"
You smiled at the memory. "I was going to be a doctor, you were going to take over the restaurant, and we were going to live happily ever after."
"Sounds pretty perfect," he admitted before his face dropped. "What happened?"
"Maybe," he admitted before taking your hand. "Or maybe we just forgot how to try."
Bucky's thumb traced circles on the back of your palm, a familiar gesture that made your heart ache. "I've missed you. The way you laugh when you're tired, how you always burn the toast, that face you make when you're concentrating…"
"I've missed you too," you confessed. "More than I wanted to admit."
"Then don't go back to Manhattan," he turned to face you fully. "Stay here. We can try again, properly this time. No long distance, no 'making it work.' Just us."
"Bucky…"
"No, hear me out. I know you have your job offer, but there are hospitals in Brooklyn. Good ones. We could get a place together, a real place, not that tiny apartment. We could have dinner with my family every Sunday like we used to. We could…we could be us again."
Tears blurred your vision. "It's not that simple."
"Love is simple," he insisted. "We made it complicated before, but it doesn't have to be now. We're older, we're wiser, and we know what we're losing if we don't try."
You looked at him. At the man you'd loved since you were sixteen, the man you'd married at eighteen, the man you were still married to, technically. The man whose eyes still held the same warmth they had when you were both kids with big dreams.
"Okay," you whispered, the word barely audible. "Okay."
His smile was like the sun breaking through clouds. "Yeah?"
"Yeah," you laughed through your tears. "But I'm not quitting medicine and you're not quitting the restaurant."
"Deal," he grinned, leaning in to kiss you. "We'll make it work this time."
"Love's enough?" you asked against his lips.
"Love's everything."
TIME SKIP
"Dr. Barnes, your husband is here to pick you up."
You smiled, shaking your head as you finished your notes. Bucky had made it his mission to pick you up from your shifts at least twice a week, often bringing dinner from the restaurant.
"Tell him I'll be right out." you said, closing your notebook before grabbing your coat.
As you stepped outside, there he was, leaning against his car like he had no other place in the world to be. "Hey, doc," he grinned. "Saved any lives today?"
"Only yours," you replied, kissing him soundly. "Again."
He laughed, opening your door. "Ma wanted us to come over for Sunday dinner. She's making your favorite."
"Tell her we'll be there," you said, settling into the passenger seat. "But I'm on call Monday morning, so no keeping me up late with stories about the good old days."
How would Dick and Jason react to their best friend (m!reader) show up at their door wearing wedding attires (flower boutquet and wedding ring) as a prank?
You can make the ending platonic or romantic if you'd like!
SO, WHEN ARE WE GETTING MARRIED?
platonic! dick grayson/jason todd﹠male reader
authors note: oh, that made me put my thinking hat on :) It's such a bizarre thing to be on the receiving end, but I think I nailed down their reactions. Also, with me kinda being sick of writing lovey smutty fics, I made them be platonically with the reader.
DICK GRAYSON
The door swings open and Dick's face goes through about seventeen emotions in three seconds. "Oh," he says. Then, brighter: "Oh! Oh."
He doesn't step back. He steps forward, invading your personal space to smooth the lapels of your thrifted suit. His eyes are doing that thing where they crinkle at the corners.
"Is this—are you—" He's laughing like he's been waiting his whole life for someone to show up at his door in a cheap suit with a plastic ring. "Did you get married without me?"
"Technically I'm trying to marry you."
You raise the bouquet as some sort of proof and he takes them, burying his nose in them even though they're half wilted daisies from the clearance bin.
"Okay."
"Okay?"
"Okay." Dick smiles, the full Nightwing special on display, the one that makes villains pause and civilians swoon.
"But if we're doing this, we're doing it right. I'm calling Alfred. He's going to want to record it, and you're wearing one of my good suits. Not this....whatever polyester nightmare you've got on."
He doesn't ask if it's a joke, he simply hooks his arm through yours and starts pulling you inside towards his closet. He's already planning caterers in his head, already deciding which of his siblings to invite, and who's going to be his best man. Because that's Dick. Everything's real to him until proven otherwise. Every stupid joke is just practice for the real thing.
JASON TODD
The gun is out before the door is even fully open.
"Back up," Jason says flatly, "Slowly. Whatever you're selling, I'm not buying, and if you're here to tell me you're in love with me or some shit, I'm gonna need you to rethink your life choices."
He keeps the gun trained on you for a solid five seconds, probably checking if you've been mind controlled or replaced by a shapeshifter or if this is some weird villain trap. When you don't explode or try to stab him, he lowers the weapon and runs a hand over his face.
"What the hell is this? Did you lose a bet? Are you being punished? Is this a cult thing? Please tell me this isn't a cult thing because I really don't have the energy to deprogram you today."
"None of the above," you say with a smile, "I've come to make an honest man of you."
He looks at the ring box. Looks at your face. Looks back at the ring box. "Is that from a vending machine?"
"Quarter machine," you correct. "Outside the laundromat. I had to fight a child for it."
"Uh huh and the suit?"
"Thrift store. Eight bucks. The pants have a mustard stain that predates my birth."
Jason nods then he steps back and starts to close the door.
"Wait!" You shove your foot in the gap. "You're not even going to hear my proposal?"
"Nope."
"I wrote vows!"
"Don't care."
"I promised Alfred I'd get you to wear something without bullet holes!"
The door stops. Jason's eye appears in the crack, narrowed and suspicious yet interested. "...Alfred knows about this?"
"He's making a cake." you lie.
Jason exhales through his nose, a long suffering sound that translates roughly to I have killed men for less and yet here I am, tolerating this. He opens the door fully, crossing his arms over his chest, making himself look bigger and meaner than he is.
"So is this a yes?"
"This is a get inside before the neighbors think I'm running some kind of shotgun wedding operation out of my apartment." He turns and walks into the apartment, leaving you to follow.
"And you're paying for the annulment. And the therapy I'm going to need. And dinner. I'm thinking steak. Expensive steak. The kind that comes with a wine list."
