Animal Instinct (Tony Stark X Reader)

Animal Instinct (Tony Stark x Reader)

Request: Hi! Could I request prompts 64 and 90 for Tony Stark? Thank you!

Words: 1836

Characters/Pairings: Tony x reader, Bruce Banner, Wanda, Vision, Animals

Warnings: A little angst, fluff, cursing

(Y/N) lounged in the comfy daybed nestled in the corner of the bright, spacious room. A book was resting on her knees and flowers danced in her hair. The room was designed to fit her personality – and powers. 

“Mr. Dougal, I already told you, I just fed you.” Her voice rang through the air like wind chimes.

“But Celia ate half!” A tiny voice buzzed from a glass tank on a stand next to the bed. 

“And I feed you both enough to split it,” She told the ornery Leopard gecko. A small humph sounded, along with the scuttle of claws on the basking rock. (Y/N) chuckled before returning to her book.

Animals and plants. That was her power. Talking to animals had come as naturally to her as it had with talking to people. Her parents had pulled her out of school at a young age, for the fear that their child would be ostracized. 

Not long after, she was sprouting flowers from nowhere. Flowers grew in any space they could. From the walls of her bedroom to the banister of the stairs. That was when her parents realized their daughter wasn’t just imaginative. She was a freak. 

   The first chance they had, they shipped her off to some facility for the mentally disturbed. It was there, seventeen years later, at the age of 26, did Tony Stark and Steve Rodgers find her.

   The two heroes showed up when they caught word that the headmaster of the facility was using some of the residents with gifts like hers to rob high profile banks. They saved her. Gave her a home. Gave her a reason to live.

She smiled to herself as she recalled that day when the metal door to her dark cell opened to reveal her salvation.

“Smiles like that might make someone think you're trying to seduce them.” An arrogant voice called from the doorway. She smirked. It took a long time for her to even be able to smile, let alone smirk.

“Only you, Mr. Stark. You’re the only one I’d try to seduce.” Flirting had only just become a part of her social arsenal. “Now, what is it you want? You never come to my room unless you want something.” She set down her book and leveled him with a steady smile.

“You know me too well…” He rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. “Listen, it’s for science.”

She rolled her eyes. “It’s always for science, with you.” Nevertheless, she stood from her bed, the cat lounging next to her giving her a disgruntled glare.

“I was comfy.”

“Too bad, your Majesty.” The woman waved the Russian Blue off. Turning her attention to Tony she said, “Lead the way, Mr. Stark.”

“How many times do I have to tell you to call me Tony? Mr. Stark makes me feel… I don’t know. Old.”

She chuckled and linked her arm with his as they walked down the hall to the elevator. “Just a few more, Mr. Old Man Stark.” He grunted at her.

Bruce was already waiting for them when they arrived at the lab. He gave (Y/N) a kind smile and thanked her for coming.

“So, what do we have in store for today?” She tilted her head. Bruce observed the slight color change on Tony’s cheeks as the bachelor watched his female companion, their arms still linked and he breast lightly brushing his arm. Bruce hid his smirk by taking a quick sip of coffee.

“Just some normal stuff, hooking you up to some machines and monitoring the energy waves around you when you use your powers.” Tony stiffly removed his arm from her hold. A small frown took over her face at the awkward action.

“Okay, need me to undress?” She asked Bruce. Next to her, Tony was as still as a board. His heart racing in his chest, hoping she couldn’t sense it with whatever power she had. She could.

“Yes, please. There are some gowns in the other room you can change into.” Bruce waved her to the door to their right. Giving him a nod, she made her way to the room, wondering what was wrong with Tony. 

Once she was gone, Bruce whipped around to smirk at Tony. The man raised a brow at his friend’s strange look.

“What? What?” Tony crossed his arms, shifting from foot to foot. He looked everywhere but at Bruce.

“You know what, Tony! You like her!” Bruce laughed.

“I do not!” Tony scoffed, “She’s like a sister to me!”

“Last I checked, brothers don’t usually drool at the idea of their sisters undressing.” Bruce sassed back.

Tony sputtered, searching for a comeback but failing. What could he say? That the girl he saved just a year ago ended up being the reason he got up in the morning? Just so he could see that sunshine smile and glittering eyes that lit up his world.

“Hey, man, don’t worry about it. She likes you, too.” Bruce reassured him, noticing the increasing panic in the genius’ eyes. Tony’s head snapped up.

“S-she does? Well- well should I- should I ask her out?” Never before had Tony Stark felt so nervous but excited at the same time. Normally, he’d be suave and seductive, but all of that was replaced with butterflies when he thought of the gifted woman.

“To be honest I could care less,” Bruce shrugged. “I just want these stolen glances and longing sighs to stop.”

“What do think this is? Some sappy, low-budget romcom? Or a fanfiction written by some lonely 19-year-old girl?” Tony tightened his stance, biting his lip.

“Okay, that was oddly specific, but no. Just tell her how you feel and get it over with.”

Tony was going to reply when the door to the other room opened. (Y/N) stepped out dressed in the stiff, boxy hospital gown, not showing an ounce of the curves Tony loved so much. She gave them a smile and hopped onto the examination table.

Bruce gave Tony a look and moved to the machine. “Alright, (Y/N), Tony’s going to hook you up and we can begin.” Tony’s head whipped to Bruce, who simply smiled. 

Tensely, Tony took the stick nodes and began sticking them to her temples and chest, careful not to touch her skin.

She noticed his aversion to touch her. When she linked arms with him, and now when he was fixing her up to the machine.

“Are you alright, Mr. Stark?” She asked, tilting her head to look up at his shadowed face. He grunted in reply, not an affirmation but not a denial. Her brows furrowed.

After setting her up and a few tests, (Y/N) was dressed again and storming to her room, slamming the door. It could be heard around the entire compound.

“Jeez, who was that?” Wanda asked as she enters the kitchen with Vision, Tony, and Bruce already there. Bruce just glared at Tony who only looked down at his bowl of cereal.

“Ugh! Who does he think he is? Every time I try to get closer to him, past flirting, he just shoots me down! Like, if you don’t like me, then just tell me! Rather than just letting me hope needlessly that we would ever be anything!” (Y/N) was pacing her room, animals watching her move from their tanks and perches.

“Maybe he’s scared of you?” Harper the crested gecko spoke.

“Or he’s just shy.” Nesta the Hedgehog piped in.

“Hah, Tony? Scared, shy? Not likely!” (Y/N) chucked a stuffed flower at the wall, a gift from the matter of debate. She paused, staring at that smiling cartoon face adorning the flower. 

“You like him, don’t you?” Mr. Dougal asked.

“I do… I like him a lot…” She hung her head. “I’ve never felt this way for anyone before. I’m scared of the outcome should I ever admit my feeling to him.”

The animals were silent as she slumped onto a beanbag chair, her head hanging back.

Hours passed with her staring at her ceiling, thinking about that damn billionaire, playboy philanthropist. Her animals had long abandoned her for their warm cubbies and hiding holes. The flowers growing has also closed up for the night.

A knock at the closed door had her finally looking away from the white ceiling, her eyes burning a bit. She hefted herself up and dragged her feet to the door, not really in the mood for company.

“Yes?” She asked tiredly.

“Hey…”

She stopped at the sound of his voice. She took a step back. 

“What do you want? Here to show me how much you actually don’t like being around me?” She sounded so pathetic to her own ears. But she couldn’t hide the disappointment anymore.

“Wha- no. No, of course not. Why would you- why would you think that?” He was shocked. Was that what she really thought of him? That he doesn’t like her?

“Well, you’re always stiff and awkward and you never want to… touch me…” She sniffed rubbing a hand over her nose, hiding her face with her hair. “I thought we were- I thought you wanted something more, from all the flirting… But I guess I was wrong…”

“(Y/N) …” Tony reached for her but hesitated. Would she even want to be touched by him? Maybe not… But… Tossing caution to the wind, Tony pulled her into a tight embrace. 

“I know- I know I’m not the most pleasant guy to be around. But you’re always so… caring. You care more about me than I do for myself. And I – I love that about you. I don’t hate you… in fact… “He took a deep breath, “I love you so fucking much.” He buried his face in her hair, refusing to see her expression.

“T-Tony…” Tears leaked from her eyes, dropping like liquid diamonds into his chest. His arc reactor seeming to glow brighter. Her arms constricted tighter around his torso, her lips pressing into his neck.

Her hair, running his fingers down her spine. Goosebumps rose in their wake. She shook her head, pressing herself closer to his body.

“It doesn’t matter anymore… Just knowing the man I love, loves me back… it’s enough.” A small smile grew on her face. His fingers brushed her cheek, drawing her to look up at him. His eyes were like fire and the intensity burned her to the core.

His eyes dropped down to her lips, his gaze causing her to lick her lips. Biting her lip, she rose closer to his face. It was all he needed to crush his lips against hers in a searing kiss that imprinted both of their souls.

Down the hall whispers and cheers could be heard. 

“About time!” Sam’s voice called. Breaking apart, Tony rolled his eyes and tilted his head up, talking into the room.

“JARVIS, set off the sprinklers in the hall.”

“Yes, sir.”

Screams filled the hall.

Let’s Stay In (John Watson x Reader)

Words: 862

Characters/Pairings: John x reader, Sherlock, Mrs. Hudson (mentioned)

Warnings: None

“Come on, (Y/N).” John tossed a jacket to his girlfriend who was dozing on the bed. She groaned and flipped onto her stomach, hiding her face under her pillow. The bed was just too comfy and inviting. How could he think she could leave?

               John chuckled and ripped the pillow away. A high-pitched whine left her and her body curled into a small ball. Her red tank top riding up and her sweats (his sweats) hung loosely from her hips.  “Noooo… Jooohn…”

               “It’s only been two weeks! It’s just a run!” John tugged on her ankles to pull her from bed; her hands clamped around the headboard.

               “Says the man who gets winded after just five minutes! And it’s an entire 2 kilometers! No!” She shot back. Her fingers were slipping and John was pulling her ankles hard. He scoffed and tugged harder, sending the two of the flying back from the force when her fingers finally gave out.

               She was in his lap on the floor, her blanket wrapped around her as it had been.

               “Please, John. Let’s just forget this stupid resolution and just cuddle? Please?” She pouted and smoothed her hands over his shoulders, just the way she knew he liked. He bit his lip, having already considered it before he woke her up. He had to be strong. But…

               Missing one day couldn’t hurt, right? He’ll let her stay in today but tomorrow, they’ll be back at it. Deep down he knew they’d never go running in the morning ever again. He sighed in defeat and dropped his head down on her shoulder.

               “Alright, fine. But just for today.” He looked up and spoke sternly. She beamed at him and pressed a quick kiss to his lips.

               “Yay! Now change back into your pjs. I want to cuddle. But first, some tea and food.” She flicked the zipper on his hoodie he planned on jogging in. He chuckled and let his hands trail down her body, tugging at her tank top lightly, as she stood up and left the room.

               Outside the room and in the living room, Sherlock sat in his chair with his violin in his hands. He barely looked up when she walked in a began preparing tea.

               “Give up?” Sherlock asked from his spot, plucking at the strings. She sent him a sarcastic smile and poured the hot water into mugs. Dropping a breakfast blend tea bag in each and fixing it the way they all like.

               “No. Just… taking a different path…” She cringed at how lame her excuse was, hoping Sherlock wouldn’t call her out.

               “I’m shocked you made it this far. Mrs. Hudson and I had a bet. She said you’d make it at least two weeks. I said three days. I suppose I owe her something now…”

               (Y/N) huffed as she walked back into the living room, balancing her and John’s mugs in one hand and Sherlock’s in the other, a box of cookies tucked under one arm. “Oh please.” She handed him the mug. “But to be fair, we only made it to two weeks because Mrs. Hudson came up on the second day and encouraged us to go.”

               “So, I would have won.”

               “Yes, you would have.”

               She waved at him as she returned to her shared bedroom with John. Said man sat in bed, waiting for his lovely girlfriend. His blue jacket was replaced by a grey t-shirt and his running pants by some flannel pants. She grinned at him when she pushed through the door.

               “I bring gifts!” She exclaimed, holding up the tea in one hand and a box of cookies in the other. John smiled and held open the duvet for her as she set the tea on the bedside table. She crawled in with the box of cookies and nuzzled herself into his side.

               “Movie?” John asked, breaking the box of cookies open. She nodded and stretched across him to reach the clicker on his bedside table.

               “How about ‘When Harry met Sally’?” (Y/N) asked, clicking through the movies they downloaded.

               “Sounds good,” John hummed, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her closer. She began the movie and relaxed into John, sighing in contentment.

They watched the movie in a comfortable silence, both of them dozing in and out of consciousness. They hardly got days like this together. Either she was always at work at the hospital or he was off on some crazy adventure with Sherlock.

But she was off this weekend and Sherlock didn’t have a case, meaning John didn’t have to leave her here by herself.

Everything was warm and soft. His arms were strong and supportive and her body fit against him like a puzzle piece. The morning sun barely filtered through the curtains, giving everything an ethereal glow. The movie hummed lowly in the background. It was days like these that the two lived for.

“Glad we didn’t go on that run?” (Y/N) smirked, lacing their fingers together. John chuckled and stroked the back of her hand with his thumb.

“Cheeky.” He mumbled into her hair.

“You love it.” She snarked back. He hummed.

“I love you.”

I’m submitting a request that you write about bringing us food and actually bring us food. K thanks 😘

Good lord. I'm not bringing you guys food. 😂

Fight For Love (George Weasley x reader)

Request: George Weasley Romantic prompt. 34. "I don't want to think about what I'd be like without you." 43. "I'm yours, in every way possible." & 69. "I don't know what I did to deserve you." ♡♡♡

Summary: The reader saves Fred from dying during the Battle of Hogwarts, nearly dying. George stays with her in the hospital until she wakes up.

Words: 542

Characters/Pairings: George Weasley x Reader, Fred x Reader (platonic), Percy (mentioned)

Warnings: Near death, slight swearing (if even that), hospitals

Lights exploded all around. Their home, the place they met, the place they fell in love, it was crumbling over them.

Her heart beat heavily in her chest as her lungs burned from the acidic smoke hanging in the air. With her wand held tightly in her hand, she fired spell after spell, blocking when she should and dodging the rest. All to get to the red-head across the courtyard.

George was fighting off two death eaters on his own, both of them firing jets of green light he was just barely sidestepping. Terror filled her along with a wave of rage. She already lost her godfather, Remus, and his wife, Tonks. She was not losing the love of her life, too.

She raised her wand at the two death eaters, “Stupefy!” The first went down, the other turning to look over at her, barely raising his wand before her fist connected with his face. The force was enough to knock him unconscious.

George sat on the ground looking up at her like the goddess she was. “Marry me.” He blurted. She laughed out loud, grabbing his hand and helping him up, pressing her lips to his.

“I’m yours, in every way possible,” She whispered in his good ear. He grinned from ear to ear.

They fought side by side for a while until they split to find Fred and anyone else to help. She was the one to find Fred, backed up against a wall with Percy. A death eater was approaching from the side, unseen by the two brothers, but not her.

Making a decision in a split second, she silently apologized to George for this. She sprinted towards Fred, tackling him to the side, out of the way of the curse that would have killed him. The wall exploded behind them, massive debris falling onto of the two.

“(Y/N)!!” Fred yelled as darkness took over and her body went limp over his.

 She woke to the warm feeling of something holding her hand tightly, something running through her hair. It hurt to open her eyes, no doubt they were bruised and black, like the rest of her body.

“Geor…” Her voice gurgled in her throat.

“Oh, Love! Merlin, I thought… I thought you’d never wake up!” George’s jumped up from his position next to her on the hospital bed.

“’Ow long?” She couldn’t get much else out through her sore throat.

“Five days, love.” George lightly brushed his fingers over her cheek. She closed her eyes, leaning into his touch.

“Fred?”

“He’s fine, up and walking.” There was a pause. And then a sob. Her eyes shot open to look over at George. “H-he’s alive because of you… But shit, (Y/N), you almost died in his place… I don’t want to think about what I’d be like without you.”

Tears pool in her eyes, making her vision even worse. She squeezed his hand in hers, hoping he could feel the love she was unable to express in words. He gave a watery smile, bringing her bruised hand to press a kiss to her knuckles. The same ones that punched a death eater in the face.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you, love, but I’m never letting go.”

Hi, i love your style of writing so much! 😍 Can I please get number 25 and 32 with Loki? Thank you so much ❤

Got it! I love Loki so I'm super excited to write this one!

Empath (Sherlock x Reader)

Words: 922

Characters/Pairings: Sherlock x reader

Warnings: none

A/N: This is just something I had been thinking of for a while. I feel like if magic were to be real in Sherlock’s world, he’d definitely end up with an empath of some sort. I feel like he’d be really interested in her ability at first but at the same time not want to have anything to do with her because emotion is not an advantage and whatnot. But soon He’d just give in and it was the best choice he ever made.

There was nowhere they'd rather be. Laying in each other's arms, with no words to say. They wouldn't need them anyway. With only a look, he could see just what she was feeling. With a touch, she could feel what he felt.

Someone who doesn't feel emotion like others and another who felt everything. A sociopath and an empath.

Running her hand over his bare ribs she could feel the pure relaxation and contentment filling him like hot chocolate on Christmas day. His blue-green eyes peered into hers, seeing the dilated pupils and slightly parted lips. His forehead pressed to hers and their messy locks meshed together.

Their legs were tangled together and his hand rested on her fabric covered thigh. He held the back of her head with his other hand, his arm tucked underneath her neck, keeping her close.

Light filtered through the pale curtains while her soft music played quietly in the air and soothed her mind. Her positive energy cleared his mind and filled him with a sense of fulfillment and warmth that he would have never gotten from any substance before he met her.

His brother always said love wasn't an advantage. He'd obviously has never met anyone like the woman in Sherlock's arms. She cleared his mind, drove away the insanity, and filled him with purpose. He had been clean for months now because of her. She had become his drug in a way.

“Figure it out yet?” Her voice was soft and sweet, sending pure delight through him. He hummed.

“I had it figured out about 30 seconds after we met the client,” he mumbled, the vibrations of his voice rumbling in her chest. A smile spread across her face and she pressed her lips to his in an adoring kiss.

“What took you so long?” She teased. “Surely this was a breeze?” He smirked and brought his hand up to run his thumb over her lower lip.

“I was distracted.” He leaned forward to kiss her, only for her to pull back slightly.

“Oh, no! You mustn't get distracted, dear. Lives are on the line!” She grinned at his scowl. He growled and buried his face in her neck.

“It's hardly a five, but you made me take the case. It's not my fault that I find my current company more interesting than whether or not a woman's husband is having an affair with her own brother.”

She chuckled at his grumpy voice and the way he curled his arms around her possessively. Her hand came up to run through his hair, twirling a curl on her index finger.

“Well, you couldn't feel the distress from her handshake. Poor woman, how she couldn't tell that her husband had the hots for her brother is beyond me. Just meeting them both earlier confirmed it. The guilt and adrenaline in the room were stifling.” She scrunched her nose. Sherlock simply observed her.

He adored it when she spoke of what she feels from others. Emotion was something always looked down on in his life, but when he met her, it became such a regular thing that all contempt for it was gone. Now, all he wanted was to hear how people felt through her. Her ability also came in handy during cases when they had some more stubborn clients or suspects. He absolutely adored her.

He grabbed her hand and rested it on his chest, right above his heart. This was his way of expressing his love for her. He still had difficulty wording what he felt, but luckily, he didn't have to with her. She smiled and gently ran her nails over his skin. His body filled with a feeling he once thought he could never feel. But this was coming from her hand. She was pouring her emotions into him. Saying she loved him back.

“Tell me again,” He whispered. She exaggeratedly groaned.

“Sherl, I've told you a thousand times!” she said incredulously, their moment somewhat ruined by his request.

“Please. You know I find it interesting.”

“But I hardly understand it myself.” She pouted. He looked at her with his kicked puppy look. Her frown deepened. “No.” His eyes only seemed to get bigger. “Ugh, fine!”

His face broke out in a satisfied grin. She glared at him.

“Well, it’s like a flow of colors in my mind. All swirling and dancing, sometimes indiscernible from each other. Like a beautiful battle. There’s crimson rage, muddy green jealousy, yellow happiness. When I touch someone, it can see those colors in my mind.” She closed her eyes and ran a hand over his sharp cheek.

“Like right now, I can see orange curiosity, soft blue contentment, and… fiery red love.” She grinned as she opened her eyes and looked into his eyes. His pupils blown and a look of awe across his features. “But there is a sliver of dark grey denial. Still think you can’t love, dear?” She playfully challenged.

“I'll have you know, you are infuriatingly beautiful and intelligent, but you’re wrong. I did once believe I could never feel what I feel for you.” He paused, “granted, everyone else is still morons and I can't stand to be around them. But why do I need to when I have all I need here?”

“Watch out, Mr. Holmes, someone might think you've gone soft.” She chuckled. He laughed in response and smoothed a hand over her hair.

“Soft? No,” he scoffed. “In love? Hm. Yes.

“Love isn't a disadvantage when it's with you.”