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Modern Art - Tony Stark x Reader

A/N: I’m not sure whether or not you meant to do this to me, Justine, but you reminded me of that scene in Iron Man 2 with the “modern art”, lol. ^-^ ANYWAY though this just finally flowed out today and it’s short and I’m not entirely sure I’m satisfied with it but hey! it’s out at last!

Request: “ What about a story where like you are dating Tony and he finds your comic book collection and it has pretty much every super hero except him. You try to play it off but when he starts to get really on your never you reveal you had the iron man ones framed in a mosaic of him for his upcoming birthday. Just an idea I thought would be fun. ” Thanks a lot, @travelwithwords. (And no, that wasn’t sarcastic!)

Taglist: @courtneychicken, @travelwithwords, @elxrini

Summary: Keeping secrets is one thing - surprises are another. It turns out the Iron Man isn’t much good with either.

Warnings: Relationship tension, no language (how likely is that? not at all, with me or Tony), and it’s really short. Oh, yeah! There’s sexual references, I almost forgot.

Other Notes: Gender neutral reader, of course. I hope you like it!

'My little geek', he'd called you affectionately since the first time you met – and you'd been reading a comic book.

Now that you were dating him, it'd become no less common.

How ironic was it: the same superhero type that you'd once looked up to now considered himself your equal.

Okay, okay, it was Tony Stark, he considered himself above you still – but only minimally.

Sighing, you continued to sift through the numerous stacks of your collection one last time to ensure you hadn't missed any of the books you'd been looking for, when your phone lit up.

A text from Tony: Coming over. I have food.

Living room now covered with the mess you'd made with the search, you quickly grabbed the books you'd been sorting through the entire collection for, giving up on cleaning the rest of the mess and hurrying to put away the bare minimum before he arrived.

“My little geek,” laughed your boyfriend, shaking his head in bemusement at the collection splayed about, “how come I've never seen this before?”

“You never asked.”

He picked up a Captain America book, turning with a feigned look of deep disappointment and horror. “Really, Y/N. For shame.”

The look, however, seemed to become less of an act and more of an actuality when he continued to organize the books, each cover Tony read serving to make you feel more awkward.”

'Hey, uh, Y/N? How come you have-” he scrutinized the paperback he held “-Aqua Man, but no, er, Iron Man?”

“Why would I need Iron Man when I have the real thing?” you asked, half-teasingly and half-hoping he wouldn't pursue it any further.

It was, in retrospect, almost a foolish idea to have actually believed, even for a minute, that he would accept that explanation without argument.

Since then,t the very comic book store where you had loved going with him (even if Tony had been, quite often, pestered for an autograph by more than one person) had become a rice cooker of pressure: the tension obvious when he'd suggest that he purchase for you an Iron Man comic.

“Surely you need something to read?” he'd asked, holding up one of the books so that the face on the cover almost perfectly eclipsed his own.

Desperate for any excuse other than the fact that you already owned the book, you'd answered easily, “I hear you're out of character in that one.”

While only a couple of days had passed since, you weren't sure that you'd be able to hold out with the secret for the next seven days until Tony's birthday.

Frowning at the mosaic of frames and pages you'd thought was a great idea, the stark contrast of the red and gold against the black frame seemed to serve less as aesthetic and more of a reminder of how much tension had grown between the two of you, muttering frustratedly, “You're more trouble than your worth” before answering the phone the moment it started to ring.

“Hey, Y/N, how's it going? I'm here with Stark, but I'm sure you know him well enough from his comics that apparently don't get Mr Captain America here out of character. Anyway, just wondering, what's your favorite color?”

“You don't know by now?” you asked, not sure whether to be annoyed or bemused.

Actually, scratch that. You were definitely annoyed.

“Right, right, I know that. Sorry, forgot for a minute. I'll see you later.”

Less than two minutes, and yet the call seemed to weigh so heavily on your mind.

No nicknames, no 'how are you doing'?

Was the surprise really worth the distance it put between you?

Finally, you snapped.

Sitting on your coach with your head leaned against Tony's shoulder, you said it out loud.

“I have your comics.”

“Mhm,” he murmured distractedly.

“No, I'm serious. I have them.” Almost all of them, you wanted to add, but you were afraid that would sound too unrealistic and make you out to be even more of a geek than you already were.

You leaped up, ignoring the hand that tried to pull you back down, before quickly moving into your bedroom and grabbing the framed piece, pulling it out and leaning it against the wall just outside of the living room.

“I had the books out because I wanted to do this for your birthday, but apparently you're almost as bad with surprises as you are in bed.”

“I am not bad in bed,” he retorted, crossing his arms and trying not to ask you to turn it around that he could see and prove your point.

“Oh, really? You want to wait until the big day for me to turn that around? Or do you want to finish before I'm ready?”

“Is this another dig at my performance in bed?” he asked, before relenting. “Fine. Yes, I want to see it, but no, that does not mean I'm a bad partner.”

Joking aside, you felt somewhat nervous as you turned around the frame, awaiting his reaction.

“That is modern art.”

He got up, stepping closer to examine it, and adding, “I want to hang that up.”

“No, you can see it, but you don't get it until your birthday.”

“What if I admit that I'm an inconsiderate bed partner?”

“Unlikely.”

He grinned, before pinching your cheek. “You're too cute, Y/N, little geek.”

And when he kissed you, you breathed a sigh of relief into his lips, glad that you were finally back to normal.

“Are you trying to grab the art from behind my back?”

“What? No, that would be entirely backhanded and rude of me.”

“Tony.”

“You're the art?”

“Tony.”

“Say my name again.”

“Oh, shut up, you dork.”

A/N: Je s’aime! I like this fic and love the requester - go follow her if you haven’t already - thanks for reading! My requests are still open, as are my ships, I just have one imagine to go and then I am a free bird!

(Get it, ‘cause I have “penguin” in my username?)

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OMG IT'S ME IVANNA I LOVED IT THANK YOU SO MUCH

YAY IVANNA I'M GLAD TO HEAR IT! After all that confusion too, lol, it's a relief. Also if you wanna message me anytime I'm cool with it! ^-^ You seem like a fab person. (Still can't tag on mobile but I can scream because this was awesome to wake up to!)

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Hello!, can I get an MCU matchup? Im a daydreamer 24/7 who loves exploring ideas. Im shy and awkward but also very random, humorous and laugh a lot. Im pretty clumsy and absent-minded. Im bad at communicating ideas and will get tongue-tied. I get a lot of depressive swings. Im an over thinker and will get caught up in my ideas. I have bad self-esteem (mostly on intelligence). I act and speak babyishly but have profound thoughts and feelings, am observant and reflexive. Preference is boys. TY!!

[…Im described to have a very chill but confused vibe (which is completely true im always confused but also very aware of situations). People call me mysterious cause most of the time they don’t know what’s going on inside my head :’D. I’m often described as wacky, nice and kind. Im not particularly sensible but like to stay in touch with my emotions. I have big dark brown eyes and hair, curvy and bit tall. Thank you! Also my name is Ivanna!]

Hey Ivanna! I’m sorry about all the confusion I had over this ask, which I am finally answering and I’m super jazzed!

You sound really fascinating, and the person who I think would want to solve that mystery is…

Peter Parker! The Spider-man is exactly who I ship you with (and I’m sorry if you’re not in high school, because that’s what I wrote this as!!)

(Disclaimer: I have no clue what I’m doing).

“So, obviously, I had to tell - Ivanna? Are you listening?”

“You had to tell her about this,” she answered easily, leaning against the locker next to Peter’s as he finally closed it. “I was listening.”

“What do you think?”

That was where she offered no response but a nonchalant shrug.

“Hey, what’re you up to after school? We’ve got this chemistry project that’s coming up, today would be a great day to work on it - if you’ve got the time.”

She shrugged, adjusting her bag on her shoulder. “Sounds great. Your place?”

“Sounds great. Aunt May’s working late tonight, we’ll have it all to ourselves.”

Nodding, Ivanna followed him out of school, a reluctant smile on her face in spite of her silence.

There was no denying she admired her classmate - if only just a little - and the prospect of the alone time with him, albeit while working on a project, was a welcome joy.

Unfortunately, her daydreaming caused her to entirely miss the last step, falling flat on her face.

“Ivanna!” Peter turned, shaking his head in amusement, sticking out a hand to help her up. “Stop falling for me.”

As she let him pull her up with a strength she hadn’t expected from the scrawny boy, all that was on her mind was that she probably couldn’t stop.

As it would turn out, studying for the chemistry project that wasn’t due for another week led to less actual work for Peter and Ivanna, and more spelling out words with elements.

“Hey Ivanna, are you oxygen and potassium? Because you’re OK.”

She rolled her eyes with a slight laugh, finally abandoning the calculations she’d been working on, before asking, “Are you nitrogen, erbium and deuterium? Because you’re a nerd.”

“Wow, isotopes. Getting clever here.” He didn’t offer her the chance to dispute it, as he added, “Are you copper and tellurium? Because I think you’re cute.”

She glanced up, pushing her hair out of her eyes, as he froze with the realization of what he’d just said.

“I mean - not to say that - I mean, I do, but - if you don’t - why am I getting awkward here? This feels like your job, doesn’t it?”

“I’m not the one who just said their lab partner was cute,” teased Ivanna gently, refusing to let the heat that seemed to have started in her chest bring blood to her face, managing to keep her flush on the inside.

“Yes, well, you should be. I’m very cute, if I do say so myself.”

He got up and crossed the apartment to the kitchen, adding almost so quietly she didn’t hear it, “And so are you.”

Her response came up as a mixed vomit of “I think you are too”, “are you joking?” and “I guess we have chemistry, then”; finally resulting in “I guess you think you are joking, chemistry.”

Peter frowned, midway through taking out a straw from a juicebox, as she corrected, “If I think you are too, we must have chemistry, then.”

He proceeded to stab the juicebox through the side, spurting the blood-colored cranberry juice right on the front of his shirt.

Did I say something wrong? Was he just joking? Did I just mess this up? Is that stain going to come out?

“Well, that’s just great. This is really great.” The juice continued to pour out of the hole as Peter sighed regretfully. “I really wish this had gone better.”

Ivanna tilted her head to the side, before starting to laugh.

“What?”

She said nothing, continuing to giggle, before finally managing to gasp out, “You.”

“Shut up, Ivanna,” he murmured, starting to flush red, before crossing the room when she didn’t offer him a response, her laughter at his expense never ceasing.

When he insistently grabbed her by the cheeks and kissed her, however, she hushed.

“Peter?”

“I’ve wanted to do that a long time.”

Finding her thoughts convoluted and too messy a maze to navigate, Ivanna let her actions speak for themselves as she returned the favor, Peter’s hands starting to undo the braid her hair had been in so as to bury themselves in the deep, mahogany locks as he pulled her closer, smiling into their lip lock.

“Well. That was something.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“But I’m your idiot.”

Her idiot.

She could get used to that.

Okay, is that okay? I love chemistry jokes and honestly awkwardness is the spirit of life. Now that I have homework to get to, I will be posting this and seeing who else sends in an ask! Thanks so much for your asks, Ivanna!

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lonely-little-penguin-blog · 7 years

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May I have a MCU ship please? I'm Mara, 5 feet tall, 23, Filipino with long dark hair and eyes. I wear glasses. I prefer men. I love to sing. I'm also a writer and have graduated with an English degree. I'm a dog person but I consider myself very cat-like, in that I'm not necessarily the most affectionate or bubbly person to be around but I'm loyal to the people who matter. Also may I make a request? Tony x Reader who makes him flustered for once in his life and he doesn't know how to handle it

Hi Mara! You’re so short and a cute bean, I bet, I love it! Thanks so much for sending in an ask, I’m looking forward to this.

What struck me most about you was the fact that you described yourself as “cat-like”… this, curiously enough, reminded me of…

Steve Rogers! The fact that he’s more of a dog-like person - loyal to everyone - makes him mesh well with Bucky, who’s a lot like you, and I think that’s why their dynamic works so well; thus, why wouldn’t it apply to the two of y’all? But instead of just justifying it here, let’s get to this… (I feel inadequate writing for someone with an English degree, lol! I’ll try my best!)

There was nothing extraordinary about how he’d met her, despite his being an Avenger.

No, Steve Rogers was in a Barnes and Noble trying to find a book to read - and navigate the bookstore that had changed significantly since the last time he’d been in one - when his eyes fell on the woman he’d come to love.

At first, he couldn’t see her face, being that it was covered by her hair, but he felt compelled to talk to her.

And so he did.

“Hello,” greeted Steve, fighting back a gasp as she looked up, dark eyes seeming to harbor a storm behind glass lenses, tilting her head to the side as though surveying him.

“Can I help you?”

“See, I was looking for a book, but I find myself quite overwhelmed. It’s been a few years.” He grinned, the smile that seemed to charm so many women, before adding, “What would you recommend?”

She frowned. “Just how many years are we talking?”He wasn’t sure if she was insulting him, insinuating that she knew who he was, or just asking for clarification.He wanted to assume the later, so he answered, “Seventy?”“There’s no book with that much history in it. You’d be better off talking to a historian.”

“Are you?”

She looked taken aback, disbelieving, and slightly interested. “A historian? No, I’m a writer.”“Oh, really? Have you published anything yet?”

“No,” she answered.

“Well, what’s your name then? Maybe I can look out for when I see your work on these shelves.”

Was he serious? “Mara.”

“Mara,” Steve repeated, as if savoring the word on his tongue. “Beautiful. The name, and the person.”

She examined him a moment longer, as if looking for sincerity - though to a passerby her purposeful gaze seemed as though she was searching for Waldo within his eyes.

Finally, Mara asked, “Do you want to grab a drink?”

And though he’d get teased for it later on - that she had asked, and not him - Steve couldn’t help but be grateful that she’d asked.

“I’d love to.”

Mara sat at her laptop, hands on the keyboard but the few words she managed to tap out immediately being cleared, not missing the fact that this was the same place she’d met Steve just weeks ago.

Steve Rogers. Did he know she knew he was Captain America? Perhaps, but that wasn’t what had defined their friendship.

What had defined it was that he was a stubborn man who wouldn’t take no for an answer. And, to be quite honest, it was rather refreshing to be wanted.

Of course, she should be working on this second draft, not thinking about him right now.

Little did she know she’d have no choice as a pair of hands went over her eyes. “Guess who?”

“Hmmm, is it that cute man I met at the bookstore who’s not read a book for seventy years?” asked Mara teasingly, smiling a little wider when he took his hands away. “Oh, no, it’s just you. Where’s a Bucky Barnes when you need one?”

The blond man raised an eyebrow, taking the chair across from you. “Not here, is for sure. Did you say cute?”

“I was talking about Barnes,” she corrected with a huff, causing him to laugh, the amusement soon infecting her.

“Well, perhaps you’d be willing to compromise with another old man.”

She blinked. “Are you asking me out, Steve Rogers?”

“Well, that’s all dependent on how you interpret it, now, isn’t it?”

“Oh look, it’s my beautiful girlfriend that I can’t believe isn’t published yet!” called out Steve when you tentatively exited the elevator, causing Mara to freeze.

She hadn’t expected coming to surprise him at work to be as much of a deal as it had turned out, but nonetheless relaxed when he jogged across the room and took her up in his arms.

“Heels?” he murmured. “But I like your height.”

“Yes, well, there’s only so much damage I should do to your back if I want you to stay my boyfriend.”

“If,” repeated a voice, causing you to look up.

“I seem to recall you mentioning a cute hundred year-old man? This would be your guy,” said Steve teasingly.

“Punk. It’s a wonder how you got a girl.”

Looking down, Mara’s boyfriend murmured, “I guess it really is.”

I didn’t fit singing in there, and I feel like I’m too tired to be doing this, but hey, I hope you liked it! Thanks so much for sending in an ask! In the interest of spacing things out, I’ll have your imagine request posted next Friday.

That’s the last for tonight, y’all - I’ll be posting Ivanna’s tomorrow and then we’ll see what happens from there!

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Hello! May I have a ship? I'm Dayna, she/her & pansexual - I’ve got blonde hair, hazel eyes & glasses. I’m 5’11 & on the chubby side. I’m surrounded by music, but I’m going into the photography fields. I’m the definition of gentle giant. Although I’m a hopeless romantic, I think more with logic than heart & get embarrassed at anything. I have major depression, but hardly let anyone know I’m struggling. I’m always working on something, which means never get enough sleep. Thanks you so much!

Hi Dayna! Thanks so much for sending in an ask. I ship you with… myself! (No, sorry, love, that was a bad joke based on the fact that you seem like the type of person I’d want to be friends with!) And speaking of wanting to be friends, I want you to know that I’m here to talk if you ever want to - as someone going through depression themselves, I hate to let people struggle in silence. Either way, Dayna, when you said “gentle giant” it made me think of a certain person, without further ado, that person is…

Thor Odinson! Were you anticipating it? I hope you weren’t because it seems like a fun surprise. I’ll explain some more at the end of this! I hope you enjoy!(And did I insert myself into this? Mayyybe…)

Leaning against the wall, the party around Dayna didn’t seem to reach her as she continued to tap the email into her phone - if she hadn’t been begged and bribed to come here tonight, she’d still be at home, arranging her position in the photo gallery that was coming up in the winter.

‘You have months ‘til the gallery,’ Addison had pointed out.

That rascal. There was no telling what mischief one would get into after listening to him - and being at one of Tony Stark’s elaborate parties was not her choice for a Saturday night.

Luckily, nobody had tried to talk to her yet, choosing to leave her to her own-

“What are you doing here?”

Spoke too soon.

She looked up - and actually had to look up, straightening her posture to attempt to appear taller next to the blond man who was at least half a foot taller than her.

“I’m working,” answered Dayna, holding up her phone and showing him the email as if trying to prove what she said.

“You work for Stark?” There was something in his voice, an accent that she couldn’t quite place, that sounded… familiar, yet foreign.

“No. My friend does. Addison. There’s no telling where he’s gone, though.” She shrugged, glancing around the room.

“So you don’t want to be here, then?”

Did she want to be here? Certainly, the room was energetic, and all of the people in the room wearing dresses and suits that cost far more than she could afford were interesting.

It was always a good chance to make connections and sponsors, and it wasn’t as if the alcohol was something she would be able to afford on a regular basis.

But then again, these extravagant celebrations always seemed so… unnecessary, considering there was no real reason that Stark needed to throw a party today.

Dayna shook herself out of her thoughts, and answered, “I have work that I need to be doing.”

“You’re avoiding the question,” he laughed, a rumble to his laugh that reminded her of-

Thunder. Of course. She should have realized the Avengers would be invited, making the man she was talking to none other than Thor Odinson.

No wonder he’s so tall, was all her mind came up with.

What her mouth came up with was, “It’s a hard question to answer.”

“That it is, I suppose.” He grinned widely at her as if he hadn’t been examining her from across the room before approaching, offering a hand. “Well, my experience tells me that there are three ways to survive one of these parties.”

“Oh?” She tentatively put her hand in his.

“First of all, one can talk to beautiful women.” As Dayna blushed, he added, “Second, one can dance.”

“And third?” she asked as he tugged her across the room with a laugh.

“Third? One can do both.”

Though Dayna was certain she’d done everything wrong - she’d accepted a drink, laughed, told a couple of cringe-worthy jokes that Thor had laughed at as though he’d never heard them (though, come to think of his experience with humans, he probably hadn’t heard much humor), and even flirted back - it appeared that something she had done was right, considering her and the Asgardian were dating.

Sharing a room, however, could be considerably more troublesome than she’d anticipated, as she realized lying awake at one in the morning and trying to reclaim the bed.

Her thoughts having kept her from going back to sleep, she now tried to move him away from her, having already tried going around to the other side of the bed and now bracing herself against the headboard, trying to move him.

“Mooooove,” she murmured, pushing him with her feet, and finding that it seemed as though he weighed a ton.

When she managed to get her hands under him, she tried to lift him - or to lift her hands - realizing she was stuck with a groan.

“Oh, come on.”

Dayna now had her hands stuck under her entirely too heavy boyfriend, and let her head fall onto his side with a grunt.

“Dayna?” came a sleepy murmur as he shifted, causing her to yelp as he rolled over and crushed her forearms under him, looking through half-lidded eyes as she grinned sheepishly.

The moment Thor realized what he’d done, he immediately rolled over off of her, pulling her back against him as though she weighed nothing.

“Why do you weigh so bloody much?”

“My heart is simply full of my love for you,” he answered cheekily, smiling as she relaxed in his arms. “Why are you awake so late?”

“I’m… thinking.”

Reaching over her face and pulling her glasses off, he asked, “About what?”

“About… things.”

“Such as?”

“Why are you here?”

Dayna felt the warm pressure of him against her tense at the question.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re here. With me.” And you seem to enjoy it.

“I talked to you because I thought you were beautiful.”

She scoffed.

“No, it’s true. I saw you, and I saw how you filled out that dress, and I wondered why you weren’t enjoying yourself. Then you looked at me, and it was like I saw the sun in your eyes.”

“But you’re still here.”

“Because I still think you’re beautiful, my love. And you’re talented, and gentle, and the more of you I know the more of you I’m in love with.”

And then, finally, his voice started to drown out the voices inside of her.

His words freed her instead of trapping her, and she remembered all over again why they were together.

“Thor…”

“Shhh. Get your rest.”

And rest she did, for it was in his arms that she could finally relax.

OKAY WAS THAT CUTE OR WHAT? I just felt like when you said “on the chubby side” that Thor would love that, not to mention your dedication and artistic capabilities! my God you seem lovely. Thanks so much for sending in an ask! And hey, you’re welcome to flood my ask box or my messages if you wanna chat.

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lonely-little-penguin-blog · 7 years

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Hi!, random anon again, I meant to say a two-parter description, or basically dividing my description in two parts!

Okay! Yeah, it’s totally great to have a two-parter, love! You’re welcome to send in another ask. What I’ll wind up doing is quoting the second ask when I post the first, and then replying privately to the second ask and saying “hey! It’s up!” Thanks so much for clarifying!

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Hey!, so I just sent a matchup! I don't know if you accept two-parter matchups but if you do I'll gladly send my matchup again so it can be more accurate! Thank you!!

Hi random matchup anon! I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean - by two-partner matchups do you mean with two partners at the same time, or two separate matchups? Also you left out your name in your ask! So if you could send in another ask saying whether you want two people at the same time - which I don’t think I can do - or two separate ships - which I can totally do! - that would be great! Thanks so much!

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#addi's falling in love #addison answers #anonymous asks #yeah i'm kinda confused by this one #thanks for sending one in though!#you seem like a fab person!

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lonely-little-penguin-blog · 7 years

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ARE SHIPS OPEN AHHH!

YES THEY ARE AHHHHH! I’M POSTING ONE TONIGHT! I SEND THE LOVE BACK, ANON!(feat. I still can’t tag on mobile but I can sure as hell GIF!)

#addi's falling in love #addison answers #anonymous asks #so i have 2-3 that i'm posting tonight #after i do my homework #and finish queuing my other blog #but yes! soon enough!#in the next 4 hours or so #shut up addi

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Hi! MCU ship please? Straight 5'9 girl with curly brown hair and hazel eyes. Name is Jenna. Introvert. Sarcastic. Childish. Gryffindor. Kind hearted. Over emotional. A bit antisocial. Kinda tsundere. Dirty sense of humor. Easily jealous. Likes affection but not in public. Hobbies are piano and archery. Loves animals especially dogs. Sings a lot. Speaks a little French. Would probably be an awful fighter but would be determined to improve. stubborn af. Thanks! 💕

Hi Jenna! and welcome to the blog. You seem like a cool person after looking through your blog, so I’m super jazzed to be doing this ask for you.I won’t stall, though. Without further ado, I ship you with…

Bucky Barnes! If you’re confused, don’t worry, it’ll be explained later on!

She was humming a song under her breath, heeled step with a bounce to the beat of whatever melody was on her mind, when Bucky first saw her trailing after Tony Stark, arms loaded with papers.

“Who’s that?” he asked, leaning over to Steve though his eyes remained glued to the girl’s figure.

“Stark’s assistant. One of them, anyway. Jenna, I think her name is?”

“Jenna,” repeated Bucky under his breath, a curse involuntarily tumbling from his lips when she glanced over her shoulder as though she had heard him, the hazel eyed gaze reflecting all of the light in the room.

He didn’t manage to stop staring until she had left the room, and even when he regained his bearings, his mind was only on one thing.

‘I have to get to know her.’

As it turned out, getting to know Jenna was considerably harder than Bucky had realized - in part because she tended to react coolly to him, “I’m working” one of the phrases he had come to resent in the past weeks; and in part because he hadn’t had much experience with women in the last seventy years.

“Jessica!” called out Tony, rolling his eyes as she corrected him. “Take these to Barnes, would you? And… I’ll give you twenty bucks if you manage to make him laugh.”

She cautiously scooped the piles of papers off his desk, choosing not to ask why he was willing to so easily spend money on his laughter, before striding across the room to the door.

Jenna yelped as she opened it, almost managing to hit the soaking wet Bucky on the other side of the door right in the face.

“Oh!” She thrust the papers out to him. “These are for you.”

“Ahh, thanks. I was just coming to get these.” He dripped on the floor, adding awkwardly, “Sorry I’m so wet, it’s raining pretty hard.”

Jenna glanced back over her shoulder, seeing the twenty Tony had referred to held up as incentive, before blurting, “I bet Mother Nature isn’t the only woman who could make you that wet.”

Bucky blinked before chuckling abruptly, a wide grin breaking out on his face. “And speaking of nature, I hear you like animals’ appearances… something about that doggy style?”

He winked as he turned around, holding out the papers awkwardly and just barely managing to miss when she started blushing furiously.

“You’ve earned it, Jenna!” called out Tony with a laugh. “It seems I didn’t know that something existed between the two of you, but a promise is a promise.”

“Shut up,” she murmured, taking the bill from between his two fingers but smiling nonetheless, wondering if Bucky really understood the weight of what he had just said.

Two months later, the comments that had started their relationship had become common between Bucky and his girlfriend.

Girlfriend. He loved that word when it came to her, he realized, unlocking her apartment with the spare set of keys and kissing her on the cheek as he passed by on the way to the counter.

“What’s with the face?” he asked, setting down his bag and keys, frowning at her lack of a smile. “Oh no. I’ve gone and done something again, haven’t I? It’s your birthday. I missed your birthday.“

“You didn’t miss my birthday, Bucky,” replied Jenna with a slight laugh. “It’s… It’s nothing. I’m overreacting.”

He crossed his arms, before easily lifting her off the couch and sliding himself under her. “Emotions are never nothing.”

It’s just that… there’s a lot of stress going on and it all caught up to me at once,” she answered, ‘and the fact that I’m jealous of you and Natalia,’ she didn’t say aloud. “I just need some sleep.”

“Need anyone to sleep with?” asked Bucky cheekily, grinning as he remembered the comment that had started their relationship.

"Ah, thanks, but I think I’ll pass,” teased Jenna, giggling as his scruff tickled her neck when he nuzzled her.

"You won’t be thanking me until later, doll.”

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So I obviously need a ship and of course I have requests 😻. Umm Justine (she/her), very ging, pretty much exclusively wear black graphic tees and shorts or jeans, often barefoot. I love puppies & books/comic & scifi/horror shows & music I can sing along to. I write & bake & do science (for work). I'm unofficial hype man to a ton of people including you but I am also very sassy and love dry humor or puns. Okay idk what else but I'll fit my request in another ask! Thanks! 💖

Okay, okay, okay! Justine is an old friend (not that you’re old I have just followed you for nine gloooorious months, which means that our friendship has had a baby by now) and she’s awesome, I’m super looking forward to this! Also you didn’t include a gender preference so I’m just gonna make it straight, if that’s all good.

Gee whiz man, I debated between two folks for sooooo long with this and then a third came up and it was like, “Hold on a second. It’s so obvious.” I hope you enjoy. Without further ado, I ship you with…

Bruce Banner! Now now, I know, I know, you’re like ‘hold up, is it because I do science?’ And the answer is… well, yes, kinda, but also so much more! I hope you enjoy! And I’m sorry I couldn’t fit all you had in here, and if I have you way too sassy for your character, I’ll just have to do ships again sometime later. ^-^

“Justine,” greeted Bruce wearily, looking up from the paperwork he had to fill out - apparently legal matters were important to everyone, including Avengers - before looking her up and down. “What are you doing in here without shoes? I’ve told you, just because you like to be barefoot-”

“I know, I know, you keep forgetting I’m not seventy years behind all scientific advancements. No, I’m actually here because Clint stole my shoes.”

He frowned. “I’m sorry, what? Who let you in? How’d you get past Tony?”

“Oh, I assure you, tip-toeing past Tony was no easy feet-”

“Okay, no. Forget that. Why would you come here?” He put down a pen, taking off his glasses to clean them while squinting at her, taking in the jeans and t-shirt that almost certainly would have made her distinct, if not for fiery red hair.

Even without, he couldn’t take his eyes off of her.

“Take my mind off it, Dr Banner. Distract me so that my revenge is ever sweeter. Entertain me.”

“Justine, I have work to do.” Bruce sighed, honestly rather regretful, as Justine’s eyes lit up and she pulled her phone out of her pocket.

“Ooooh, wait. Okay, okay, do your work, but listen to this at the same time. I heard it and it made me think of you.”

“Is this another one of those demon inside songs?” he asked suspiciously.

“What? No. Your real demon is that face.” At his expression, she giggled, before quickly adding, “I’m joking. I would tap dat. Here it is, enjoy!”

She put her phone on his desk and started quietly strolling away as blood rushed to the surface of his skin, the song’s words reaching him even through his fast pulse and repressed smile.

That’s my cigar!

You’ll steal another.

Hey look, it’s bath time at the zoo.

“Is this just a song of insults?”

“Oh, quiet, Brucey, the song hasn’t started yet,” teased Justine, a bounce to her barefooted step as its beat reached her. “What’s this?”

“If it’s not filing for a patent I’m not supposed to be working on it,” he reminded her lightly, almost laughing at the look she shot him, dramatically posing with said object. “Stop bouncing, you’re going to drop it like that.”

“I’m not going to drop it,” she retorted, before a tickle on top of her foot caused her to look down, jumping as a spider crawled onto her and dropping the piece of metal with a clang. “Oh, shit.”

Sighing disdainfully but with an amused smile, Bruce crossed the room, picking up what she had dropped as Justine’s eyes darted around the floor, trying to find out where the arachnid had wound up after she’d kicked it. “You’re a one-woman hurricane.”

“Shhhhh. Listen.”

Ain’t it a fine life, carrying the banner through it all

“I… cannot believe I know you.” He shook his head. “You are something else, Justine.”

She stopped mid-bop, tilting her head to the side. “You’re up. You left your paperwork. Does this mean you’ll help me get my shoe?”

“Tell you what. Forge my initials on some of those papers and I’ll see what I can do.”

“An Avenger? Promoting law-breaking?”

“Turning into a green man is kind of a legal gray zone, I really don’t think that’s a proper question.”

“Touché. Deal.”

“Is this your shoe?”

Justine turned as Bruce reentered the lab, holding out one of the shoes he’d just managed to reclaim.

“Yes! Yes, it is. You shoe-dn’t have. Thank you so much. You’re like my Prince Charming.”

“Are you saying you’re Cinderella? And that I’d remember your shoe but forget your face?”

She raised her eyebrows. “Are you flirting with me, Dr Banner?”

“Why don’t you get your shoes on and then we’ll see?”

Okay, so the fact that you mentioned being barefooted obviously was what stuck out to me, but I hope you liked this! I missed a lot, I know, but there’s puns! so there’s that. Thanks so much for the request and ship request, I’ll have your little imagine up before the end of the week!

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Hi! My name's Vaishali, but I also go by V :); pronouns: she/her; sexual orientation: straight; I'm really awkward, I am an avid pun user (especially when they're related to food or chemistry!!), and, speaking of food, I'm a big fan of anything Italian, as long as it's vegetarian :D

Hey V! Okay love, we’ve been mutuals for like one week but I already love you so much, so I gotta say that I’m super jazzed that you’re the first to send in a ship!But enough ado (though I’ll never hype you up enough!), time for the pairing. I ship you with… (bum ba da bummmmm…)

Pietro Maximoff! I know, not what you were expecting, was it? (Or maybe I’m just super predictable. Read on! and you will find out why.

If you asked Pietro Maximoff to “slow down”, he would probably scoff in your face and run away from the situation, leaving you eating his enhanced dust.

That being said, it was infuriating him how, recently, he’d been forced by Vaishali’s plays on words to slow down and process.

‘You could always just… not take notice of her puns?’ a small voice suggested at the back of his head, but could he really?

Was it so much a choice he had made as it was his subconscious being willing to slow down for her?

“Pietro!” called out Vaishali, waving hello to him.

His heart stopped for a minute as she smiled widely at him, even though his pulse had raced the minute he heard her voice.

“Hello, Vaishali,” he spoke with a smile, rich Sokovian accent enunciating the words as no American accent could do justice.

“I’ve told you, call me V.”

“And I have told you,” Pietro responded, “I find your full name perfectly fine.”

“I hope nick-ing that name from me full-fills you.”

He raised an eyebrow at the odd wording, the slight pauses, the inflection, before he realized it. “As always, your plays on words are devastating.”

‘Devastatingly creative,’ that voice added.

“You should tell Tony,” replied V with a roll of her eyes. “Get the word out.”

Winking, he watched her walk away for a moment before tearing his eyes away from the girl’s behind as he realized he was, in fact, falling behind.He didn’t get back up to full speed until you stopped running across his thoughts.

It wasn’t until a few weeks later that Pietro finally managed to address his feelings for Vaishali, the reluctant acceptance leading to his plan of action.

“V, want to grab some Italian?”

She wasn’t sure if she’d heard him quite correctly.“You called me V. And you’re suggesting that we get… Italian? How did you-”

“I promise you, I’m not an… im-pasta.”

She put her hands on her hips, knitting her brows together as she studied him thoroughly, before asking, “Am I being pun-ished?”

‘Punished?’ He would never dream of it, was only trying to spring a plan into action, could never-

Ahhh. He got it now.

“Clever,” spoke up Pietro after a moment’s pause, “but no. I’m only trying to give you a… pizza my mind.”

Eyes sparkling, V murmured something under her breath, before grinning widely. “I’ll see you tonight!”

He winked at her as he walked away, hoping she didn’t notice him push the cue cards he’d been studying for a week back into his pocket.

(She did).

Short and cute, just like you! (Actually I’m not sure if you’re short or not, lol.) Thanks for sending in an ask!

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ADDISON'S "FALL-ING IN LOVE" SHIPS AND TIPS

Fall is starting soon, and what better way to warm up than with some heart warming fluff?

^Disclaimer: I have literally no clue who this is or where it's from but it seems appropriate.

Hey folks! Want an MCU ship? This blog is dying and I have no fuel to feed it!

...it's pretty easy, all things considered. Just:

1. Send me an ask!

I don't bite, I promise. Include your name, pronouns, and gender preference! as well as a little about yourself. I won't specify what, but don't be afraid to rant! Better too much than not enough.

2. (optional) Send in a request!

You don't have to, but those who do send requests will be prioritized! It can be something vague as "oh yeah can you do one with Peter Parker" or really weirdly specific like "omg Iron Man saves reader from a burning building at 600 Oxford Rd in Atlantic, Iowa and they make out in office 52 on the fourteenth floor for exactly 17.67 minutes and it's exactly 1234 words long." I really am versatile! Both are super fun.

3. Wait for the date!

Depending on volume of requests (though I don't anticipate many, lol) it will be up within 24 hours unless I post something and say "ahhh yeah guys no can do it will be 2 days my men".

4. (optional) Blacklist "addi's falling in love"

If you don't wanna have to scroll through a million posts to find my writings, I'll be tagging as such.

*I will be tagging all ships with whatever first name you give me.*

If Addison says "hey I'm Addison, my nickname is Addi" I'll tag it #addison. If Jimbob says "yo I'm Jimbob" I'll tag it #jimbob. Straightforward and easy to find, especially for anon asks!

I'm tagging a couple people if they wouldn't mind spreading the word - @travelwithwords and @too-cultured-for-your-bs . If you're confused it's the same Addison from @thecupcakeconsumer , lol. ^-^

THANK YOU PEOPLE! PLEASE FLOOD ME WITH YOUR WORDS!

#addison asks #addi is desperate #avengers imagine #mcu imagine #i don't even ask for followers #that was a great pun #it's not quite fall yet though #send 'em in!#please #shut up addi #addi's falling in love

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STOP YOU'RE EMBARRASSING ME! ^-^ You're too nice honestly. I've never been described as a sweet ass pizza bite or a flarking strawberry danish before which must mean that ALONG WITH BEING A FABULOUS WRITER Justine also uses the English language in a way that's entirely her own honestly go check her out she's awesome too! Glad I could make you smile.

Why is Addison always making me blush? That sweet ass pizza bite writes the cutest shit and then has the nerve to come over here and compliment me? Not without hearing from me they won’t. That @lonely-little-penguin and @thecupcakeconsumer is a flarking strawberry danish and you should follow them for some dope gender neutral reader insert fics as well as a beautiful friend. I may be biased but Addy is a true gem.

#but really though? how dare you advertise me #you make me so happy #and yes! i am taking requests right now!#so send one in maybe #or just binge read what justine does i promise it won't disappoint #and i don't know why i'm so sweet #maybe it's something in the water #but yes! go follow her too!#reblog #addison answers #addi is blushing #and also had to bite her hand to keep from squealing when she saw this #shut up addi

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hi ! i'm new to your account & i have to say that I LOVE ALL OF YOUR IMAGINES ! it's rlly fun to read them :) i have a few questions though ; is your acc only abt avengers? & can i be on your permanent list? if you have

OH MY GOD you are so nice! I was expecting something like "I have to say I think you're not that great" or something like that because I am the ultimate pessimist so this was a surprise when I opened it.My account is primarily Avengers, yeah. I tend to stick within the MCU and because I simply am not incredibly informed, especially comics-wise, it's my comfort zone! If you have any requests for outside of that fandom, I take them on my primary blog. Thanks for asking! Glad I could clear that up.And finally, yes, of COURSE you can be added to my permanent taglist! I do indeed have one and I also have taglists by character or for multi-part series, for anyone else out there wishing to be tagged. Just let me know at any time if you want me to remove ya.THANKS SO MUCH FOR SENDING IN AN ASK! It means a lot. Have a great day!

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After you do the song challenge, would you consider doing something litte and cute with teaching Vision how to chill out? Like binge watching netflix or just staring at the clouds? If you aren't feeling Vision it would be cute with Pietro or Bruce too. Whatever you write I'll read.

Just posted here! Thanks for the request.

#addison answers #requests #vision imagine #pietro maximoff imagine #pietro imagine #chill pill

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Chill Pill - Avengers x Reader

A/N: Okay, so this was so annoying because I was feeling it with Vision and then it was like “oh my god what about Pietro that would just be hilarious” ‘cause trying to get him to sit still to look at the clouds? But guess what? You’ll have to read this to find out what I wound up doing!

Request: “After you do the song challenge, would you consider doing something litte and cute with teaching Vision how to chill out? Like binge watching netflix or just staring at the clouds? If you aren’t feeling Vision it would be cute with Pietro or Bruce too. Whatever you write I’ll read.” This courtesy of @travelwithwords.

Taglist: @courtneychicken, @travelwithwords.

Summary: After a long mission upon which you may or may not have said something regrettable, who doesn’t want to relax? Unfortunately, it seems that some people don’t know how, and you take it upon yourself to show them.

Warnings: I think there’s no swearing! If there is I’ll just have to update this.

Other Notes: Gender neutral reader, of course. I hope you like it!

“Get off my back!”

You scowled at Vision while turned away, walking quickly.

“No, I won’t. You need to-”

“Take a chill pill.”

Frowning in a rare show of emotion for the android, Vision repeated, “A chill pill? Excuse me?”

“Take. A. Chill. Pill.” You snapped your fingers with each word for emphasis. “Chill. You need to chill.”

“My internal temperature has nothing to do with-”

“No, no, not like that. You ever, you know? Chilled?” His blank look only served to agitate you further. “You know. Relax. Do something fun.”

“I am aware of humans’ tendency, shared with few other mammals, to receive pleasure through copulation-”

“No, no, no!” you cried frantically, shaking your head. “I was not – no, no, I mean – okay, come here.”

“But-”

“Come!”

Trying to think on your feet, you finally wound up in front of a television. “FRIDAY, launch Netflix puh-lease.”

“Netflix?” repeated Vision as the program started. “Internet flicks?”

You blinked slowly. “I guess,” you finally stated, throwing up your hands in exasperation. “Hmm. You seem like a Sherlock kind of a guy.”

“Sherlock Holmes?”

“Intuitive, aren’t you? I’ll get popcorn.” Then, “Wait, can you eat?”

He turned, the small action seeming more weighted when combined with the exasperated look that he managed to provide, reminding you that he wasn’t fully robot.

Of course he could eat. It just brought him no joy.

Just like he brought you no joy when he harassed you.

“Okay, okay, I’ll make popcorn, then we can watch Netflix.”

“Ah. I see.” Vision nodded. “Netflix and… chill?”

“Vision!”

“Yes, Y/N?”

Blushing furiously, you didn’t respond, both flushed with embarrassment and anger.

If he hadn’t already been getting on your nerves, that would have done it.

He doesn’t know any better, a Wanda-like voice reminded you in your head.

Still. That was the second time he had accidentally propositioned you.

Praying it was the last, you put the bag of popcorn in the microwave, programming it accordingly as the episode buffered.

Several episodes in, Vision’s frustration with you had passed as the one piece of popcorn he had obliged you had passed his lips, the only piece it would turn out that he would eat.

Begrudgingly, but now forgotten.

Thank God.

“Is this… chilling the only type that people engage in?” asked Vision curiously, moments after he had asked if Sherlock and Watson were lovers and not quite believed the answer he had received.

“What? Of course not.” Nodding along in agreement with your own words, you added, “Binge watching Netflix is just my personal favorite. There’s more.”

“Do you think you can show me more?”

You raised your eyebrows. “What? More pent up frustration you want to forget?”

“Pent up frus- ah, yes, right, I seem to recall the reason I was-”

Frantically, you cried, “No! You’re not mad at me. Tell you what. I’ll show you more ways to chill, and you stop harassing me about that?”

“Fine. Truce.”

Shaking hands deliberately, you scowled as Netflix asked if you were still watching, for one of the first times opting not to continue.

“Come on. Let’s go outside.”

“What… are you doing?”

A thickly accented voice that could only be Pietro’s startled you out of your daydream, sitting up and startling as you noticed a lady bug on your hand, flicking it off.

“Chilling.”

“No one has seen the two of you for hours,” added the Avenger, his gaze darting between the two of you. “And you are… on the ground?”

“Better than being high,” you responded before thinking, then adding more consciously, “We’re chilling. You know. Relaxing. Because this man doesn’t seem to have an off button.”

“By looking at the sky? You are almost as low as my expectations for you, Y/N.” At your grabbing a rock off the ground threateningly, he quickly added, “Only joking. Is this really what you have been doing all day?”

“No, of course not.”

“Yes. She introduced me to the Internet flicks.”

“Netflix. Say it with me. Net-flix. You’re not saying this. I don’t feel supported in this friendship. This is a symbiotic relationship in which you are the parasite.”

“I feel this is at least commensalism-”

“Stop! You’re entirely too literal.” Then, turning to Pietro, “Care to join us?”

He shook his head. “This seems… how to say? Boring. Entirely too slow.”

“Slow down a minute. Stop and smell the roses. Or, in this case, watch the clouds.”

“Y/N, I don’t think-”

“Sit down or I’ll make sure you can’t stand.”

Pietro was firmly planted on the ground far faster than you could have knocked him over.

“Is this-”

“Hush. Look at the clouds. Don’t. Speak. A. Word.”

“Y/N. There you are.” Wanda came upon you. “You are… sleeping with all of the men in my life, are you now?”

“Phrasing, Wanda. Phrasing.” What was it with today and it being suggested that you would – no, you didn’t want to think about it. “They’re not asleep. We’re chilling.”

You glanced at the two, both of them offering no sort of hint that they might be awake.

“At least, I don’t think they’re asleep.”

Wanda tentatively approached, leaning down and poking her brother in the side.

“Definitely asleep. What have you done to them?”

“We were chilling. I don’t know what happened.”

“Chilling.” The Scarlet Witch fixed you with a pointed stare.

Her demeanor reminded you of the word’s original definition. “Vision wouldn’t get off my back so I may or may not have told him to take a chill pill and then he got confused so I proposed that he chill and he didn’t know how so we watched Netflix and then he asked if there were more ways to chill so we came out here and then Pietro was looking for us and I made him skygaze with us and I guess they fell asleep and here we are.”

“Ahh, I see.” Still slightly scared of her – for some reason, even her complacency seemed temporary – you were surprised when Wanda added, “I suppose it was about time they took a moment to relax.”

With a conspiratorial wink, she asked, “Want to join me inside?”

“But-”

“Shhhhh.”

Pulling you up with an outstretched hand, the two of you left Pietro and Vision dozing under the sun, finally slowed down even amidst the rush that Avenger life could be.

What could you say? Just because you had shown them how to relax didn’t mean you had any obligation to wake them. After all, it wasn’t like they would have any adverse reaction whatsoever to waking up outdoors with the person who had coaxed them to do so – with no small amount of threats – suspiciously absent.

A/N: Little, cute, and chill. Like me! (Nah, I’m not quite chill). This was a little hard to write because I’ve never had Netflix nor used it so I had to mostly go off of random memes I’ve seen about the service. I have no idea whether it stands for Internet flicks or not, but it just might? I don’t know. Anyway, hope this satisfied your craving, Justine! I’m sorry it took so long.

Anyone else have a request? My ask is always open, and it’ll take me a while but it might be worth the wait.

Thanks for reading! (But wait! There’s more?)

Bonus Scene:

“What do you mean, you watched it without me?”

“What, you mean you wanted to watch it?”

You put your hands on your hips. “I can’t tell if you’re mocking me or not. I want to say you are, but you don’t usually, but then again considering what we’ve been watching-”

Holding up a red hand, Vision quelled your response. “I was… teasing. I didn’t watch it.”

“Teasing?” Doubtful, you prompted further, “From you?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Very well.”

You flicked through Netflix to the newly released season that the two of you had been anticipating for weeks, before queuing the first episode.

“If I find out you’re lying I’ll watch the rest of this season and spoil every second of it as we watch it.”

The android, seemingly amused, asked, “Oh, really?”

“Fine. I wouldn’t. Sit down and shut up.”

“Vision!”

“I didn’t mean to!”

“What? You didn’t mean to pause it before the biggest plot reveal of the century? My faith in you is ruined. Ruined!”

“Fine. I meant to.”

“And dishonest too! I am disappointed in you, young man.”

“Oh, relax, Y/N. Take a chill pill.”

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