Tony Stark - Seven Minutes In Heaven One Shot

Tony Stark - Seven minutes in heaven one shot

Tony strut into the communal floor holding up a black bag. My eyes leave the book in my hands and go to rest on him. "I have a proposal!" He grins, quickly stepping down and entering more of the little lounge area "And none of you can refuse it" he slyly adds in, grin only growing mischievous and untrustworthy

I kick my feet down from where they were on the arm rest, having been sitting on the chair sideways. I slide my bookmark in and close my book resting it on my lap and propping my chin in my palm as I give Tony my full attention. He waits a bit for everyone to give him their full attention before thrusting the black bag forward, presenting it to everyone. I see Nat quirk a questioning brow

"Get this" he shakes the bag letting it's contents clink "You're all bored-" Sam opens his mouth to protest but Tony immediately holds his index finger up effectively shushing him "soooo let's play" dramatic pause "Seven Minutes in Heaven!" He oh so dramatically announces

"No" I state affirmatively picking up my book again. I see Tony's baffled expression through my peripherals but pay it no mind as I reopen my book and scan to page looking for where I'd left off

Tony's amused scoff resounds around the little living room "You know what, just because of that sass, you're going first" I glare at the word right after the one I'd just left off on

For God's sake, I hadn't even taken by bookmark out yet!

I let out a deep sight through my nose and give a few bemused nods. As I dramatically leave my seat with a scowl and step up to Tony. I grumpily shove my hand in the bag "Stupid childish game" I mutter digging in and pulling out the first thing my hand comes into contact with

My eyes widened at what I'd pulled out of the bag. I drop it back in and make a run for it. Clint is quick to hold his arm out making me collide against it doubling over his arm. He reels me in and tosses me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes

"Clint! Clint!" I kick my legs and flail my arms. "Put me dowwwwwn Clint!" I pumell my fists against him. I feel him flinch under me with each hit

"I'll drop you!" He warns and I scoff

"Go ahead!" I challenge and hit my fists against him more agresively now. He does and I yelp as I hit the ground but am quick to recover; as I try to swiftly get off my back and on my hands and knees. Clint is just as quick to grab my ankle to prevent me from scurrying off. He groans behind me in pain I'm guessing from his now sore back, yet still holds on to me firmly. I claw at the floor and push myself with my one 'free' leg managing to get nowhere in particular

Thor gets up from his seat at the bar counter behind the lounge area. He approaches and scoops me off the floor and tosses me gently into the closet in one swift motion. Wanda closes and locks the closet door from her spot on the couch with her powers. All before I can get off my ass and run out of the closet unfortunately

I whine loudly pumelling the door begging to be set free. "Oh (Y/n)~" Tony coos from the other side "Stop trying to break the door down so I can come in and join you hun". I let out one final loud whine and fall back sprawling out on what space I have of the closet floor. The plain, empty closet. I begin to wonder how many just empty closets Tony has in the tower for things like this. The daunting feeling of being stuck with no other than Playboy himself returns when the door opens

I glance up, only lifting my head to peek. It's Stark himself peeping through a door only open enough for his head to fit so he could make sure I'm not at the door ready to run. I stare at him briefly and let my head fall back with a gracious thump. Making no effort to leave now that I'd gotten comfortable on the floor. The door creaks as it's opened more. Tony stepping in at my feet and closing the door behind him. I hear the lock click and any hope of leaving without actually breaking the door down leaves me

Not that I couldn't brake it down... Not like Tony would let me break it down. I sigh, resigned. I shift a bit and bring my feet in closer to my bum, to allow him more room. Only now realizing how spacious the closet really is. I fit comfortably with my arms fully spread out on either side of me; only my knuckles brushing up against the walls. My legs could probably spread out a deal more until they bumped against the door, leaving my knees only slightly bent in the air

I hear a tad bit of shifting and see Tony's silhouette slump to the floor into a sitting position. He seems to just stare at me from his corner next to the door. I sneak glances at him, his gaze never leaving me. It begins to make me uncomfortable after the first minute so I push myself to sit in the corner across from him. We stare intently at each other for another solid minute before he says anything

"You know I wouldn't actually force you to do anything right?" He asks, somewhat obviously

"I- um well-" I fumble with my words before muttering a small "yes" I know Tony well enough to say he won't mess with anyone who doesn't want to be messed with, unless he's messing with them only for the sake of annoying them. Which in the moment, he doesn't seem to want to annoy me

But I also know Tony well enough to know he's good enough at whispering sweet nothings at anyone and sweep them off their feet. And that's what the feeling of dread was about. It was about being another one of his one-night rushes of lust. Because I liked him too much, I liked him too much to be another on his list of girls who's names and face he wouldn't be able to remember in a week, or the next day at that. He meant too much to me to let myself stoop to that level and be forgotten like the rest. I loved him too damned hard to let him have his way and get into my pants, because that was probably all he wanted. And all he'd ever want with me, and I wasn't ready to face that fact. So I clung to what I could

It all dawned on me the second I looped my ring finger under the jump ring to his R8's key and pulled it out on a whim. A whim of simply pulling out the first thing I felt; fed up with being forced into this childs game in the moment. Had I not sized the situation up so quickly I'd probably been more willing to be locked up with him for the total of seven minutes. Seven minutes with him in solitude and in the dark to do whatever we pleased. But no, I did size everything up the instant I lay my eyes upon that damn Audi R8 key

Tony probably noticed the conflict and mix of emotions in my heavy gaze because he shifted uncomfortably under it. My gaze flickered between him and my lap "Something on your mind?" I looked up to find the vague outline of his eyes. Not knowing how to answer I only nod in response. "Penny for your thoughts?"

I scoff shaking my head "A nickel so you don't give a damn?" I retort. A smirk lacing my lips

Tony chuckles "I'm a billionaire, I'm sure I can afford your thoughts" my smirk only grows at his remark. I shake my head another time getting ready to spill my guts out. I'd most likely regret this later but hey, you only live once right?

"I was just thinking about-" I let my head fall back and rest it against the wall as I look at the ceiling "about why I didn't to play" I chuckle as I rack my brain for a way to explain my thoughts in a way that made sense "why I didn't want to play with you specially"

"Aww, am I really that bad?" He asks playfully

"No" I trail off "quite the opposite infact" I sigh, dragging a hand up my face and through my hair "I'm far too caught up emotionally to play a game like this and let it go too far in the heat of the moment" I feel my heart welling up my throat "only for whatever happened to haunt me later and break my heart because I know it won't mean anything to you and I'll just be another on the list of girls you were able to pull" I reel my legs in and hug them close to my chest like if that could shield me

I hear more shuffling, but I don't look up from a dark spot on the floorboards I'd been focusing on after my readjustment. It was likely a stain, or a bug considering they were floorboards and you could just wipe anything off. There's a light push under my chin that guides me to look at the new found mass of heat just in front. "Darling" I still avoid looking "You most certainly aren't the rest or even remotely like them"

I scoff and swat his hand away "Yeah right, keep up the sweet talk" I frown knowing he's just saying things to make me feel as special as the rest did in the moment "maybe I'll believe it if you say it long enough" I won't let him have his way. I can't let him have his way, for my sake

"Oh I doubt it, I've kept it up for years and it hasn't done me any good" he moves his index finger from under my chin to have his whole hand cup my cheek "Even then, you're far too classy and self respected to let my sweet talk get to you" he chuckles dryly and his eyes show the most sincerity I've ever seen "You are worth so much more than a little flatter here and a cheesy pick up line there. No, you deserve the utmost respect and love and admiration" his thumb caresses my cheekbone softly and I can't help but lean into his touch

God, why do I love him so damn much. It hurts knowing it's all a beautiful lie. Tony would never, he has a far better variety to choose from

My eyes surely betray my conflict because the hurt in his eyes is instantaneous. "You don't need to believe me" he mumbles, it makes my heart just tear apart "I know I'm everything but deserving of you. But if you could just-" his tone is desperate and so are those deep coffee-coloured eyes of his "just give me a chance to prove I can. To prove I'm worthy of you. I swear I won't let you down"

He leans in and rests his forehead on mine. Eyes closed. I stare, so full of overwhelming emotions and conflicts. A tear escapes down my cheek but it doesn't make it all that far before it's wiped away by his thumb. I waste no time and press my lips to his softly. It's a gentle, cautious lip lock. As if to test the waters. Tony was mindful of this passionate but rather guarded kiss and let me take the lead

My internal discord slowly eased away as the tender exchange continued. We pulled apart and I moved so my legs now rested behind either side of him. I was close to straddling him as my arms eased around his torso, my nose nuzzling into his shoulder. We held each other serenely for what little time was left

And true to my word, Clint opened the door no more and a minute or two after. His head poking in "You decent?" he asks, eyes shut. I roll my eyes, he peeks an eye open when there's a lack of response; sighing in relief when he only sees us hugging in the corner together. "Your times up!" He says the obvious

"You don't say" I comment sarcastically, untangling myself from Tony and offering a hand once I'm up. He takes it and I pull him up. We both promptly exit and I make my way to the singular sofa I was sitting in before the game. Expectant eyes turn to me to spill. There wasn't any yelling or lewd noises at that, hardly any noise whatsoever really, which makes the Avengers curious as to what went down within the small confines

I take my time to fix myself comfortably in the chair. Tossing my legs over the armrest and nuzzling into the other. I give them all a wink, chuckling when they groan at the lack of juicy details

Oh what juicy details they're missing out on indeed

Comfort of a Lover

Roronoa Zoro X Reader angst one-shot

Finally spotting his figure, you ran to him as best you could. Collapsing to your knees when at his side. His eye shot open at the sound but he visibly relaxed at the sight of you. "I did it (Y/n), I beat them" he declares proudly, but tone overtaken with sorrow

The lifeless body of Zoro's opponent catches your eye. You give him a proud nod "I'm sorry" his voice cracks. Zorro's always calm deep voice cracks. In response, you bite your lip and reel the moss head in. This was it. This would be goodbye. It dawned on you the moment his apology left his lips

"It's okay, my brave marimo. It's okay"

You held him gingerly in your arms. Petting through his head of moss. There was a lot of blood, it stained everything. His eye trailed over your face, studying your features before resting on his chest. Tears welled up in your eyes but you held them all back. Trying to bring him comfort in his final moments. A soft smile forced upon your lips and a light eye smile as well. Your (e/c) windows holding more swirling emotions than you'd like to be transmitting

"Please hold me" he husked. Expression pained. You pressed your mouth into a thin line to avoid the sob or crack of your voice if you spoke. His eye moved to look at your face again and you pulled him even closer

Swallowing the lump you responded as firmly as you could "I'd never dare let go" with your left hand you held his head, right pulling Zoro further into your lap. You held his hand firmly at his side, cradling his dying figure. His once prominent warmth slowly oozing away in the form of crimson. He closed his eye, basking in your warmth finding comfort in your presence. You dare not even blink afraid you'd miss something, this was the last of the love of your life

The tears became too gathered to be able to hold back and a couple streamed down your cheeks "Rest darling-" your voice cracked. You removed your hand from his-his brows furrowing until he felt you shift- moving it to wrap around his shoulders to pull the swordsman into an embrace. Your lips pressed themselves to his forehead and the hand that had been desperately gripping your shirt fell limp to the floor

Pressing an index and middle finger to his neck to reaffirm yourself

When your fingertips didn't detect his pulse anymore, you let a loud cry ripple through your vocal cords. No longer being able to hold back. You broke down, clutching your dead lover in your arms. Clinging to his shoulders and pressing his head to your chest. Your poor twisting chest that roared sorrow. Your heart hammering against your rib cage like a caged beast desperately trying to keep you alive

Though that's the least thing you desired in the moment. Your loud cries signaled your comrades to your location. They all gathered around the pair of your. Grief and pity hanging heavy in the air

Some stories don't have happy endings, yours is one of them

Okayyyy but I'm upset we were ROBBED of a flame Hashira training camp!!! I would have absolutely loved Kyoujurou but y'know... Anyway his dad thoughnanfmmdna I would have loved to see esp because they brought back retired Tengen

Drunken love

Nami x Reader

She walks up behind you. Her distinct footsteps identifiable. It was the ginger navigator of this vessel. "Why all alone hogging the booze?" She asked in an amused tone. Almost mocking, but somehow not in a bad way

You sat on a barrel, hidden away on the quarter deck of the Sunny behind Nami's tangerine grove. "Hogging? I'm a lightweight and this is all I managed to sneak away before Zoro began giving me the stank eye" her amused snort morphs into a cute laughter and you can't help the blossom of heat that sprouts in your chest

You'd already finished the barrel you sat on. The only thing left was an almost full bottle in your hand that you savored every drop of. Casually sipping between hiccups "You're wasted, come back to the main deck" you heard Luffy's laughter ring out. Breaking away your intense staring into the universe to meet Nami's eye

"Go back and join the noise? Why bother when I've got my two favorite views right here" you manage to catch the way her eyes twitch wider at the smooth compliment. Her normally sly features going soft. It was a sight for sore eyes

Her smile all but melts you. More so when she joins your side to watch the the soft ripples of the sea's waves. The moon making it glimmer in silver specs here and there. You offer her the glass bottle, which she takes. Taking a nice gulp before returning it. You take another casual sip. Only now savoring the flavor left behind on the bottles rim instead of the contents inside

A comfortable silence blanketing the ship as the night finally began to consume the boisterous pirates. They were still positively loud, but a few voices now missing. Passing the bottle back and forth a few times

"I love you" you swivel around your drink. Or whatever alcohol is left in the bottle really

"You're drunk" she says. Disbelief hanging heavy from her tone. Disbelief and uncertainty. Nervousness the only thing clear in her brown irises when you look into them

"Drunks," you stand on wobbly feet. Legs close to putty "and children never lie" taking a few swayed steps before pausing to steady yourself "at least not well" you march right back to the party as best you could, leaving her alone with her thoughts. Or whatever was left of the party as the noise finally died down

You gulp down what's left in the bottle, your figure disappearing into the grove

Cucumber Green tea wash

Zoro x Reader (fluff)

Another Zoro fic! :D

The (h/c)-nette smiles, towel and necessities in hand as she left the girls room. The greenete having just finished his workout was about to go and get the same things "Oh, were you gonna shower?" He asks, eyeing the things in her arms

She smiles "Yeah, I just pumped some water for myself" (Y/n) gave Zoro a once over, noting the glistening skin and lack of a shirt "Were you about to go in and shower too?" Her grip on the items tightening ever so slightly

He rubs the back of his head smiling sheepishly "Yeah, I just finished working out and wanted to wash off all the sweat" she smiled understandingly, nodding

Her eyes however kept wandering, that is until she got an idea. The two were particularly close and there seemed to be sexual tension often. They weren't a couple but that didn't stop them from engaging in meaningful conversations, flirting and occasional hugs. That being said "Well in that case," she smiled mischievously "how about I pump a little extra water while you get your stuff and we can shower together?" Zoro's face flushed. (Y/n)'s smirk only growing, she left for the pump without actually getting an answer, not that she really needed one

Not long after, they both met in the corridor and entered the bathroom. She set the water and casually stripped and stepped under the water. However, Zoro hesitated. He, being a lot more flustered and gittery. But ending up joining her under the shower head after she peeked out from behind the shower curtain asking if something was wrong

He stood stiffly facing her back. Nervously rigid honestly, while she went about soaking her hair and getting her 3 in 1 soap and working a bit of it into her scalp. He leaned his forehead to the nape of her neck "I-" stuttering was a bit out of character for him "I- uh forgot my soap" he would have also forgotten his towel had Ussop not thrown it at the back of his head. Also his pants if he hadn't seen them when he turned to yell at Ussop for throwing the towel at him in the first place

"You can use mine if you want" she replied peeking at the mount of moss from over her shoulder. He mumbled a soft 'thanks' with a beet red face. (Y/n) only giggled at his suden shyness "Sure thing"

She passed the bottle of cucumber, green tea scented wash while she rinsed it out of her hair. "How can you be so casual about this?" He mumbled exasperated and somewhat surprised

(Y/n) turned to face him "What? Prefer that I act on my carnal desires and be all over you?" She quirked an amused brow. More so when he became even more flustered. Even chuckling when he almost dropped the bottle "I'm just teasing, relax. You're so stiff" she offered a pleasant smile "here, I'll wash your back" (Y/n) held her hand out waiting for him to hand the bottle back

When he did, she squeezed a bit out and switched spots with him so he could have time under the water. The (s/c) female set the bottle down on a side shelf and lathered it into his shoulders giving him a slight massage to ease him and relax his overworked muscles. He hummed softly, working the soap into his hair and chest and then rinsing

Zoro turned to face (Y/n) again to reel her into his toned chest. "Maybe I do want you to act on them" he replied. (Y/n) panted into his collar bone teasingly

Wrapping her own arms around his waist "Yeah? Act on what exactly hmm?" The (h/c) head pressed on. Unhooking an arm to trace his scar softly with her finger tips. He pulled back slightly to look at her face. Brushing a few slick pieces of hair out of her face then bringing both hands to rest on (s/c) hips. She slid her hands up, tossing one over his tanned shoulder and bringing the other to rest on the base of his neck firmly. Rising up to her toes to reach his lips. He leaning down to meet her half way

Lips gently brushing against each other, body's flat against one another fitting close, near perfectly together. It was simple but it sent heat through her blood stream and a tidlewave of butterflies to flood his chest and stomach. They were a perfect fit, that much was obvious. They pulled apart, breaths fanning into the others mouth softly

The two held each other for a bit longer before he pulled (Y/n) back under the water, helping her lather her body. Rinsing the soap off, they both stepped out and wrapped up in their towels. She put on her lotion before passing him the bottle and turning away "Do you mind?" (Y/n) dropped her towel enough to expose her back

"Oh, sure" he worked the substance into her back, adding a little massage like she had done. She hummed softly at his soft caresses. (Y/n) got dressed and so did Zoro. She patted the excess water out of her (h/c) tresses "Here, sit down" she quirked an inquisitive brow but put the toilet cover down and took a seat regardless

Zoro fixed (Y/n)'s towel on her shoulders and took her hairbrush. Gently stroking down the (h/c) strands, detangling them. She smiled, enjoying the pampering

He then took her hand and lead her outside to the Sunnies green deck. There, he found his usual napping spot on the grass lined rail. Zoro took to laying down. Eyes wide and staring at the sky. There, (Y/n) looked at the azure sky. The infinite blue littered with far away cotton balls. She took to laying down at his side almost immediately

Legs crossed at the ankle and hands on her stomach. A peaceful silence blanketing the two. Either occasionally breaking the silence to point out a figure in the sky "that one looks like the foxy pirates figurehead"

After a while is was mostly her calling out shapes and receiving an acknowledging hum. (Y/n) turned to lay on her side. Facing the swordsman

There she stared at the side of his face. A soft look of adoration on her face. He lay on his back, palms stacked under his head of moss. Eyes hardly even parted to look at the clouds as he began to dose off

But right in that moment a glimmer of light fell from in between the clouds and, and (Y/n) had always thought Zoro's eyes were onix. Dark pools of ink and the depths of black holes; but when the sunlight hit his eyes in that angle. They came to life. No, Zoro's eyes weren't the ashy cinders after a warming camp fire had burnt out. They were brown pots of earth packed by the trudging feet of tired explorers. They were the warm happy feeling of the remnants of black coffee at the bottom of a mug after a long sleepless night. A comforting cup of hot cocoa fighting off the bitter cold. And boy, when they turned to find (e/c) staring she knew.

She knew, those eyes had a tint of gold. They held the riches burried deep in the ground within his own irises. (Y/n) was a pirate, and she'd found her treasure

Bonus:

~ Later that night ~

Zoro tip toed into the guys' room, having stayed up late chatting with (Y/n); the rest of the boys were already asleep. He took his place and got comfortable getting ready to join them in sleeping

However, there was a sudden figure nestling into him. The body heat being evident in the rather cool room. He turned to face this figure and see who this intruder of his personal space was

It was Sanji

It was Sanji who was nuzzling his nose into Zoro's side. Mumbling in his sleep. His brow twitched annoyed by the stupid cook "hngafn smell nice brhakfb (Y/n)~" he muttered in his sleep. It brought the marimos annoyance to slight anger at the mention of her name leaving his lips

Though Zoro couldn't really blame him having actually smelled like (Y/n)'s usual cucumber and green tea scent thanks to the use of her wash. But the last straw for the moss head was, the dumb blonde looping his arms around him and the pukering of lips. As Sanji pulled Zoro in closer by the waist and the marimos face grew dangerously close to the cooks lips

A palm firmly placed on the cooks forehead as he desperately tried to push him away. Zoro's face growing more horrified at the lack of good placement to be able to successfully pry off the blonde. The only good support being Zoro's 'free' elbow propping him up as he struggled to untangle his legs from Sanji's. Zoro's mortified cry rippling through the ship

Sanji's eyes flew open, seeing the compromising position. He immediately let go and tossed him. As they both clawed away from each other desperately. The rest of the boys jumping awake at the commotion. The girls coming in to their room not long after

"What is it!?" Nami asks concerned. Ussop and (Y/n) casting curious glances between the two. (Y/n) more so at Zoro's uneven breathing

"Well, one moment I'm THIS," Sanji pinches his index finger and thumb together "close to kissing my sweet (Y/n) and the next I come face to face to this bastard!" The cook complains, on the verge of tears as he points an accusatory finger at the swordsman

"Tragic" (Y/n) mutters sarcastically. Getting a few chuckles from around the room

"Yeah?!? I just came in and lay down and you stuck to me like glue!" The moss headed beast rekon angrily "I couldn't pry you off!"

A collective chuckle rose in the room. After the initial amusement wore off, the girls returned to their room and (Y/n) to watch duty. Luffy and Ussop getting comfortable again "Why do you smell like my sweet darling (Y/n) anyways?" Sanji asked glowering in anger and anticipation

"Uh well- i-" the swordsman stuttered, becoming quite flustered. Only hopping the dark was enough to hide his blush from the cook. But turning to face the other way regardless for good measure "No reason!" He yelled. Getting into bed again and facing away from the suspicious glare the blonde threw his way

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