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Annoying neighbor

A/N: Written for @saiyanprincessswanie ‘s writing challenge. Prompt used: Annoying Neighbour. I ALWAYS wanted to write a single Dad Tony, the amount of feels?! Feedback is love!

Pairing: Single parent! Tony Stark x F! Reader

Warnings: Fluff

Word count: 2.3k ish

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Tap. Tap. Tap.

There it was again.

The pestering sound of metal tapping against your window. Every time you tried to ignore it and fall back asleep, it would start again and irritate you.

Clicking your tongue, you threw your blankets aside and got out to investigate. Sure enough, it was a toy plane stuck on a branch of the tree right outside your window that was striking against the glass.

The cool night air met your face harshly as you opened the panes and reached out to grab the toy. Your neighbor was probably awake again, that you figured given their bedroom light was perpetually on whenever you happened to glance there.

He probably had trouble sleeping, you had figured. Or preferred to work at night because you rarely saw him in day time.

The one time you did, he had been friendly, had a charming smile and striking facial hair and a face you couldn’t really forget. Dressed in a crisp suit, you had concluded he was very well to do, also that his cars screamed all things rich. But you somehow never caught his name.

After grabbing a hold of it, you perched the plane on your desk, making a mental note of finding out who it belonged to in the morning.

With that, you went back to bed with a relieved sigh, unaware of the fact that there was a rather upset five year old right next door, on a lookout for her lost toy.

..

Work was hectic the next day, you had a terrible headache by the time you reached home. A glass of wine and a nice, long bath was all you needed.

You had everything set up, the water was just the right temperature, the room filled with the aroma of your favourite essential oils and a glass of vino for company.

Your head merely touched the back rest of the tub when a loud crash reached your ears, alarming you out of wits. Your best guess being one of your windows had been broken, that eventually was right.

Letting out a frustrated groan, you pulled on a bathrobe and made your way down the stairs angrily, muttering curses under your breath.

Sure enough, several glass pieces lay shattered by the window sill in your kitchen, along with a toy robot? Perhaps that’s what it was, a tiny red and gold armoured robot that had flown inside, breaking your glass window.

As you looked around, your vision landed on your neighboring house, and sure enough, there was a flurry of movement and the curtains were drawn close quickly.

Was it him? If it was, he was about to get an earful.

Storming outside, you held the toy bot in one hand, not bothering about changing out of your robe as you walked up to the front door of your neighbor, glancing at the nameplate which read The Starks in a rather fancy format.

Three sharp knocks and you waited. Waited for the man to show up and explain himself for ruining an already miserable day.

“I know you’re in there!” You muttered out loud, finally hearing footsteps approach.

The doors swung open to reveal a little girl with brown hair, matching eyes wide with apprehension as she stared up at you.

“Oh.”

Is all you could say as your anger dissipated away. You realised you were still clutching the toy in your hand that probably belonged to the kid.

“Uh, hi. Is this yours?”

From the corner of your eye, you saw a man peek through a column before straightening up and walking over to his daughter.

It was him! And he had a kid? That was quite unexpected, you thought.

“Daddy had the remote.”

She spoke, making you chuckle as she pointed to his Dad before running back inside the house.

“Thanks for ratting me out!” He called out after her before turning back to you and flashing you a winning grin and holding his hand out.

“I’m Tony, Tony Stark. Your next door neighbor and lawbreaker.”

You chuckled and shook hands, introducing yourself and looking down at your hands still clasped together.

“I’m really sorry about your window, I’ll have it fixed, I promise.”

“So it was your idea to let your kid open the door so I wouldn’t yell? Really classy.”

You teased, watching Tony let out a nervous chuckle and scratch the back of his head.

“It worked, didn’t it?”

He was right.

Tony’s brows furrowing and he perhaps hid a smile as he took in your outfit, you were in your bathrobe.

“Matter of life and death?” He smirked.

“I had to know if my house was being broken into.”

“Fair enough.” Tony held his hands up in defeat.

You exchanged polite conversation back and forth, he seemed smart and funny, he had interesting insights and was someone you could get along with easily.

You made plans of catching up over a cup of coffee before saying goodbye.

He turned back around to catch a glimpse as you walked back to your house, meeting your eyes with a chuckle as you did the same, waving at him before heading back inside with a big smile on your face.

…

It was close to four in the morning when you finally made it home after a girls night out. It had been a week, and you very much needed to unwind.

Killing the car lights, you got out, only to see Tony sitting alone on his porch steps, nursing a cup of coffee in his hands.

“You’re about three hours too early for coffee, I think.”

Tony’s head snapped in your direction as he heard your voice, letting out a soft laugh at your words.

“Rough night?”

You called out more softly, smiling when he patted the ground next to him, gesturing you to join him on the steps.

“Rough week.”

“Tell me about it.”

You let out a sigh as you sat down opposite him, leaning against the pillar behind, closing your eyes for a brief moment, feeling Tony’s eyes on you.

“So, Mr. Stark, what’s keeping you up at night?”

Tony tried to ignore the way his heart fluttered at you calling him ‘Mr Stark’ smirking as he offered you the mug he was holding.

“Lots of things, Miss Y/L/N, my work, Morgan, this divine mug of Chardonnay.”

“Wine in a coffee mug? I think I like you already.” You teased, sipping on the wine he had offered.

There were many ways your night could’ve ended, sitting on your neighbour’s porch drinking wine wasn’t something you had fathomed.

“That and I broke the only wine glass we had left.”

He hung his head, chuckling to himself before the front door opened, revealing Morgan rubbing her eyes sleepily, clutching a stuffed rabbit to her side looking between the two of you curiously.

“What are you doing up, Maguna?”

Tony held out his hand for his daughter while you watched Morgan curl up in his lap adoringly.

“Did Daddy break another window?”

She turned to face you, her brown eyes full of sleep. Her question making the two of you giggle, Tony kissed the top of her head sweetly.

“He has a habit of breaking things, huh?”

You teased, winking at Morgan who nodded shyly, giving you a smile. Tony had called in someone to fix your window the very next morning after the infamous incident and paid for it before you could protest.

“Would you like to come over for a movie night tomorrow?”

Tony asked out of the blue, finally mustering up the courage to ask you out - something he had been planning on for days. Fidgeting with Morgan’s toy absentmindedly, he waited for you to respond.

You pretended to think about it, but really there wasn’t much to think about, you found the man interesting and so did he. What you didn’t expect was him asking you on a date with Morgan.

“Well it depends, are we watching The Lion King and are we having ice-cream?”

Your grin widened when Morgan screamed ‘yes’ breaking the silence of the night with her tiny, excited squeal.

Tony whispered something in her ear and she ran off inside, leaving the two of you alone once again.

He walked you back to your house, glancing at you every so often as if to check if you’d changed your mind.

“That is one first date my five year old is most looking forward to.”

Tony scratched the back of his head as you unlocked your front door, leaning an arm against the door frame.

“I can never pass on my favourite movie and ice cream.”

“Duly noted. So, tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow it is. Good night, Stark.”

You wanted to hug the man, but you settled for a quick kiss to his cheek before stepping inside, your heart fluttering hopelessly.

“Sleep well, (Y/N).”

…

You must’ve checked yourself in the mirror a hundred times before finalising on an outfit for the evening. Sure, it wasn’t a fancy one but you made an effort to dress your best.

Grabbing the bottle of wine you got for Tony, you closed the door behind you and headed over to his place, fixing your hair while waiting for him to open the door.

The man was holding a bunch of red roses as he opened the door for you, bowing in exaggeration as he held the flowers up, making you giggle.

“Welcome to my humble abode. You look beautiful.”

Pressing a quick kiss to your cheek, he placed his hand on the small of your back, leading you inside. You could feel his lips linger on your skin long after the kiss as you walked inside, waving hello to Morgan who practically ran down the stairs to greet you.

You had brought the toy plane that had landed up near your window weeks ago. The moment you took it out from your purse, Morgan let out a happy squeal and hugged your legs tight, elated at finding her lost toy.

“I want to show (Y/N) my toys!”

Without waiting for an answer, Morgan grabbed your hand and pulled you towards her room. Chuckling at her enthusiasm, you glanced back at Tony who simply raised his hands in defeat, watching the two of you go upstairs with a fond grin.

“My date’s been hijacked. Pizza arrives in ten ladies!” He called out before heading to the kitchen to grab a couple of wine glasses.

When you returned, Tony had set everything up in the living room, blankets over the couch, a big bowl of popcorn, pizza boxes and wine. It was perfect.

“Ready?”

“I want to sit next to (Y/N)!” Morgan exclaimed, clutching your hand with both of hers, making Tony narrow his eyes at the two of you playfully.

“Well me too.”

Tony shrugged and took a seat in a corner, leaving you to sit in the middle between the two of them.

As the movie played along, you sipped on wine, occasionally stealing glances at Tony who had scooted closer to you, placing his arm on the back of the couch, hovering over your neck. At times you felt his fingers through your hair, playing with it every so often, sending tingles down your spine.

By the time the credits rolled, Morgan was fast asleep with her head in your lap and your hand around her middle to keep her from rolling off the sofa. You covered her with a blanket before leaning back against the sofa, letting out a soft sigh.

Carefully, Tony picked her up and carried her back to the bedroom, whispering ‘I’ll be back’ to you.

Carrying the empty pizza boxes in the kitchen, you were about to refill your glass when Tony strolled in, standing right behind you and reaching around to grab your wine glass, letting his hand linger over yours.

“Allow me.”

You felt your breathing halt for a moment as you felt his breath against your cheek, teasing before he swiftly moved away.

“So.”

“So…not your ideal first date?”

You turned around and leaned against the counter, watching Tony follow suit, this time your shoulders touched.

“Wouldn’t call it traditional, but I had a lot of fun. Morgan is adorable. Is she um, I mean are you—”

“Her mother and I parted ways a long time ago. She never wanted a child, which is why she left Morgan to me.” Tony shrugged.

“That must’ve been hard for you.” You placed your hand on top of his and gave it a reassuring squeeze, getting a small smile in return.

“It was. I actually would put her diapers on wrong for an entire week, before finally getting it right.”

You didn’t know if it was the wine or the moment or both really, but you felt the urge to kiss Tony’s cheek. As you leaned in to do so, he turned his head to face you, glancing down at your lips before meeting your gaze silently asking permission. You closed your eyes and captured his lips in a soft kiss that nearly made you weak in the knees.

You were about to break the kiss and move away when you felt Tony pull you back in, this time standing between your legs and snaking an arm around your waist while the other carded through your hair, his lips molding against yours, tasting and exploring. His syrupy kisses tasted of coffee and berries, something you could get addicted to.

When you finally broke apart, you were grinning ear to ear, touching your forehead to his, your breaths a little shallower.

“You know, you aren’t too bad for an annoying neighbour, Stark.”

“Yeah? I don’t promise not to break more of your windows though.” He chuckled, pecking your lips a couple of times.

“I think I can live with that…”

YES and I feel like it’s not just Tom fics, but some others fandoms too and I don’t understand why😩😩😩

Can we talk about how there are ABSOLUTELY NO MORE TOM FICS!! Like there are some but barely any anymore😭 when Tom left so did the fanfics😔

I’m a Late Night Talking, Matilda and Satellite stan and NOTHING can chance my opinion

MCU!Humans every three months when the sky starts glowing again and some costumed freaks take the streets

Y/N: I couldn’t fix him.

Y/N: But I sure as hell could top him

Peter 3:

me walking around my room talking outloud to myself about my current obsessions and giving my imaginary audience an hours long speech about it

If you find that fic please repost it 🙏🙏🙏

Hey!!! I found it! It’s Battle Scars

If it’s of any use to you, I have a side blog where I reblog some of my favorite fics called @myreadings

So I found it!! The name is Battle Scars

Help me to find a fic

It was an Avenger x reader ig. I think reader was a lawyer and what I can remember is that Wanda asked her how do you know if someone is good or something like that and it turns out that her therapist was a son of a bitch and was trying to SA her and she couldn’t defend herself because she was afraid of The Accords but reader stops it

And I guess it was like a multichapter? But I’m not sure about that

Help me find a fic

It was an Avenger x reader ig. I think reader was a lawyer and what I can remember is that Wanda asked her how do you know if someone is good or something like that and it turns out that her therapist was a son of a bitch and was trying to SA her and she couldn’t defend herself because she was afraid of The Accords but reader stops it

And I guess it was like a multichapter? But I’m not sure about that

Mahmoud Darwish

All Too Well: The Short Film

Dylan O'Brien auditioning for All Too Well: The Short Film

The fact is that every gaslighter ever says "you're misremembering things" or "you remember things that never happened" or "you remember things wrong." Now that we saw the ATW short film and know that, yes, the J/T relationship involves a lot of gaslighting, the phrase "I remember it all too well" hits SUPER hard in a place that I didn't even know I could be sucker-punched. I'm in awe. Mad respect for you Taylor. Thanks for showing us what the song was really about 10 years later.

I can just imagine Chris sitting in his house like "I gotta learn this song on the piano so I can post it on Instagram for these people. They think It's so cool."

Sebastian: So you're telling me you

auditioned for the hero?

Tom: Yep.

Seb: And they decided to cast you as the

person closest to them, at some point

becoming the villain

Tom: It happened first movie but yeah

Seb: And the role was taken by a tall

bodybuilder named Chris?

Tom: Very much

Seb: woah

FOUND IT!!! it’s The Journey Home by @beccaanne814

Help me!

To find a fic

I’ve read this fic where the reader somehow ends up in a different dimension(?) where’s HYDRA took control and they kept Steve as a prisoner, and the reader version of this HYDRA!Dimension tortures Cap and then original reader helps Steve to escape and they have to try and destroy HYDRA so reader can go home but I think that in the end reader stays because she fell in love with Cap

I think it had like 2/3 chapters but I’m really not sure

Daddy? sorry- Daddy? Sorry- Daddy? Sorry-

SEBASTIAN STAN MONDAY (2021)

it is what it is

How does Thor feel about Sylvie? How did the team react to finding out there were more universes?

Me after the 6th Episode of loki :

i’m sure Thor will give him a ride home

Mary Oliver, "I don’t want to live a small life" from Red Bird

Help me!

To find a fic

I’ve read this fic where the reader somehow ends up in a different dimension(?) where’s HYDRA took control and they kept Steve as a prisoner, and the reader version of this HYDRA!Dimension tortures Cap and then original reader helps Steve to escape and they have to try and destroy HYDRA so reader can go home but I think that in the end reader stays because she fell in love with Cap

I think it had like 2/3 chapters but I’m really not sure

Is Bucky single? If so could I pls ride those ✧thicc✧ thighs.

Y/N, to The Avengers: Hey guys, do you wanna hear what Peter sent Tony today?

Y/N, reading from their phone: Hello Mr Stark,

Y/N: I will be a little late to the compound today. I am not sure how late, but I will be there. I have been trying to find a way out of my room for over 20 minutes. There is a very big bug between me and the door and when I move, it moves, and when it flies its wings make this awful whirring noise like some vassal of horror. We are locked in a stalemate and I am at every disadvantage, and I wholeheartedly believe the bug is aware of this. Respectfully, I am in tears, Peter Parker.

umm

noo-noo the hoover in loki confirmed?

MCU + text posts (insp.)

Of all the parallels we've seen so far, I think this one best demonstrates the difference between John Walker and Steve Rogers.

Steve easily could have killed Tony at the end of Civil War. In fact, Tony seemed to expect it; he raised his hands to protect his head from what he probably thought was the inevitable.

But Steve wasn't like that. Even in the midst of pure rage, he could never kill someone unnecessarily- good moral standards were at the core of every decision he made, regardless of his own emotional state.

John Walker is different. When he gets angry, morality is not his priority because ultimately he isn't a man of the people, he's a man who centres his own desires, no matter the cost. He doesn't stop to question himself because his ego won't let him.

Where Steve Rogers was measured, John Walker is impulsive. Where Steve Rogers looked out for everyone's best interests, John Walker looks out for his own.

Where Steve Rogers showed self-restraint, John Walker takes the kill strike.