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Mks Mad Dash

mk’s mad dash

All of August, one x reader fic a day.

Mks Mad Dash

A/n: School is coming up faster than I'd like, so I want to do a little mini end of summer writing extravaganza before September hits. I'll be posting one short fic a day, and by the end of the month I will have at least one fic written for EVERY character I write for! Happy reading!

8/1 - Johanna Mason- ‘A Moment For Yourself’

You show Johanna a kindness she hasn’t felt in

weeks.

8/2- Tangerine- ‘Not a Lady’

Tangerine meets his match in cursing.

8/3- Natasha Romanoff- ‘A Way to Relax’

Natasha’s been stressed lately, so you come up

with a way to help her relax.

8/4- Remus Lupin- ‘Aftercare’

Aftercare with Remus.

8/5- Lucy Gray Baird- ‘Wrapped Up In a Bow’

You buy Lucy Gray a present.

8/6- Mary MacDonald- ‘Distraction’

You don’t want to watch a movie with Mary.

8/7- Fred Weasley- ‘Sixth Love Language’

You prank Fred for the first time.

8/8- Coriolanus Snow- ‘Maybe’

The death and birth of hope.

8/9- Peeta Mellark- ‘I Made You A Pie’

You and Peeta get into your first fight.

8/10- Hermione Granger- ‘Whatever You Say, Dear’

You hate airports. Thank God for your girlfriend.

8/11- George Weasley- ‘Serenity’

A peaceful summer afternoon at the Burrow.

8/12- Regulus Black- ‘Trou Noir’

Mourning your husband, Regulus Black.

8/13- Katniss Everdeen- ‘A Tiny Favor’

You ask Katniss to braid your hair.

8/14- Dorcas Meadowes- ‘The Barista’

The most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen is a

barista at your local coffee shop.

8/15- Haymitch Abernathy- ‘Wish You Were Sober’

We don’t always get what we want.

8/16- Finnick Odair- ‘Five More Minutes’

“Five more minutes.” A phrase you’ve said many

times but only now really mean.

8/17- Ron Weasley- ‘I Love You First’

Ron’s used to being second.

8/18- Sirius Black- ‘The Infamous Wings’

You catch Sirius trying on your eyeliner.

8/19- Ginny Weasley- ‘What The Flying Fuck’

Your girlfriend tries to teach you how to fly.

8/20- Tigris Snow- ‘Don’t Call Me Baby’

Tigris has been taught to assume the worst.

8/21- Harry Potter- ‘Pretty Boy’

You love to make your boyfriend blush.

8/22- Marlene McKinnon- ‘Oblivious’

You never notice when boys flirt with you.

8/23- Poly!Marauders- ‘This Is Fucking Stupid’

In which you all try and share a bed for the first

time.

8/24- James Potter- ‘Rumor Has It’

There’s a rumor going around that you and

costar!James are dating.

8/25- Lily Evans- ‘Rounds’

You are assigned Prefect rounds with your rival.

8/26- Peter Parker- ‘Its Not A Costume’

You mess around in Peter’s suit.

8/27- Wanda Maximoff- ‘Are They Gone?’

You and Wanda on a mission together.

8/28- Tony Stark- ‘Never Ever’

CEO!Tony Stark doesn’t take people out to lunch.

8/29- Sejanus Plinth- ‘I Know’

Your boyfriend is a walking, bleeding heart.

8/30- Peter Pettigrew- ‘Say It’

Peter is nervous to ask you out.

8/31- Yelena Belova- ‘This Thing Called A Date’

You take Yelena on her first ever date.

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6 months ago

oh thank you so much babe 😭😭 and im glad it shows. thank you for reading!! 🫶

still here | r.l.

Still Here | R.l.
Still Here | R.l.
Still Here | R.l.

summary: it's your birthday :(

a/n: this is the first time i’ve ever really cried when writing something, it’s got a home in my heart now and i hope you like it!! 🫶 (also listen to our lovely girl billie while reading for added heartbreak)

tw: past suicide attempt

You lean back on the couch from where you’re bending over the table. Remus wastes no time in wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you into his side. He gently presses his lips to your forehead. “Happy birthday, lovely girl.”

“Thank you,” you mumble half-heartedly, grateful but too overwhelmed to show it. 

There’s a cut-up chocolate cake in front of you, which Remus had insisted upon baking. He’d honoured your wishes not to throw a big bash, and of not wanting an actual present. He didn’t exactly understand why — but he loved you too much to not do what you wanted him to; birthday or not.

Guilt weighs heavily on your heart; Remus has been kinder than you deserve. You decide to help him understand.

“You know,” you start softly, tilting your head to lay it on his shoulder. He hums in acknowledgement, fingertips grazing your sleeve as he starts to rub your arm. “I didn’t think I would last this long.”

The shakiness in your voice surprises even you. You feel Remus’ hand still on your arm. 

“What?” he murmurs. You can’t decipher if the slight lilt to his voice is because of sadness or confusion.

“I didn’t think I would last this long,” you repeat quietly, just to be safe, and you feel his hand coasting across your back as he gently grabs your shoulders. He turns you towards him, and you don’t wait for him to ask before you start to explain. “When I was 13, I couldn’t imagine ever making it this far. I tried to kill myself.”

Remus’ eyes widen the slightest bit as he takes in your sudden admission. His grip on your shoulders doesn’t falter; and it’s like you both know he’s the only thing holding you upright. 

When he doesn’t respond, your gaze immediately drops to the couch, shame clouding your eyes.

“I… I didn’t know that.”

The crack in his voice makes you look back up, meeting his gaze. His features are softer, sadder; somehow. There’s the slightest bit of grief in the way he’s regarding you. “Are you glad you made it this far?”

You rub your lips together, taking a shaky breath to make sure your voice comes out evenly. “Yeah,” you exhale softly. “Yeah, I am. I got to meet you.”

“Is that the only reason?”

“No,” you reply honestly. “I love my work. My friends, I really like hanging out with them. And I’d say our apartment is pretty sweet.”

The concern in Remus’ expression is still evident, his brows pinched together almost painfully. His hands bunch up the fabric on your shoulders, tugging you towards him. You’re certain the action is subconscious – he looks lost in thought, like he’s deliberating wrapping you up in his arms and never letting you go.

“Would you like more reasons?” you ask quietly, feeling your vision start to blur. You shouldn’t be surprised that he cares this much, but you are.

When he nods, your heart melts – the magma seems to be pooling in your stomach, and you feel the kind of warmth you’ve only ever been able to feel since you met him.

“Okay,” you decide to indulge him. “I like coffee when I wake up, especially when you make it. Feeding the stray dogs on the side of the road every morning. And my guitar, I like to make music on it. I think music is nice.”

You feel your throat start to clog up, the image of Remus distorting into a blurry swirl in your eyes. “It’s lovely when it rains, especially when we’re both at home, cuddling. And –”

Your voice comes out wobbly, the tears coming hard and fast now. You want to stop, but push on for his sake.

“And I really like our apartment. Did I mention that? Also, your hugs – I love the way you hug. It’s like you really love me, and —”

“I do love you,” Remus interrupts in a shaky exhale, words barely audible from the way his voice is trembling. “I love you, okay? I love you a whole lot. And I’m so glad you’re still with me.”

He doesn’t give you a chance to respond, gently pulling you even closer towards him. You meet him in the middle, arms instinctively wrapping around his waist as he brings his hands up to encircle your shoulders.

Remus squeezes you like it’s his job to hold you together, and you hear a soft sniffle as he buries his face in your hair. 

“I’m so glad you’re still here,” he says again. Your heart clenches in your chest, in all the best ways.

“I love you,” you respond, because you both know it’s synonymous with Thank you for giving me a reason to be here.


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6 months ago

squealing this is so cute!! 😭😭 “it’s impossible not to smile when you’re around.” GAHHH i need to see james blush when i talk to him <33

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𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟼 ⟡ 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜

⟢ james potter x fem!reader

⟢ summary: modern restaurant au; james asks you to stay for some drinks after closing time . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ 2.0k

⟢ warnings/tags: drinking, energy drink bashing lmao?, aged down regulus black by a few years (who is only mentioned)

⟢ the new hire masterlist ⟡ main masterlist

note: just some fluff! i should probably start making some progress on their relationship tho yeah?

It's been a long day.

Things got rough about an hour into your shift when a kid decided to drench your shoes with condiments. But that was nothing a napkin, a deep breath, and a pep talk from James couldn't fix.

But by the fourth hour— after several soft drinks were spilled on you, multiple orders came out late, a woman complained about pricing for fifteen minutes straight, a dreadfully old man kept hitting on you well after he paid for his meal, and someone told you the "Am I serious? No, I'm not Sirius" joke for the third time today— you had reached your limit.

Not to mention, you hadn't slept well the night before. Thanks to your upstairs neighbor who is dog sitting a hyperactive chihuahua, you laid awake half the night wondering how such a tiny animal could make such loud noises.

Needless to say, you're utterly exhausted. So exhausted that you almost asked James for one of his energy drinks, but you weren’t quite desperate enough.

By the time the lock on the front door clicks into place and everyone files off to complete on their closing tasks, all you can think about is your bed. More precisely, you dream of sinking into it, cocooning in your softest blanket, with your favorite book and a steaming cup of tea waiting by your side.

You're terribly eager to go home and live out this fantasy. But—

"Do you want to stay after for some drinks?"

But how could you say no to James?

Just moments ago, you were sure nothing could stop you from hightailing it home, something you'd been counting down the seconds for. You hadn't anticipated James sliding into the space next to you as you were filling the last salt shaker.

But here he is, and daydreams of your bed suddenly escape you, already willing to delay your departure before he even begins trying to convince you.

"Everyone else has already agreed. And Sirius has so graciously volunteered to pour our drinks. It'll be fun."

You exhale, an attempt to expel the tension in your shoulders and the frustrations of the day, and you nod.

"Have him start a vodka red bull for me and I'll meet you at the bar."

James squints at you, skeptical. "You hate energy drinks," he remembers.

It is a very out-of-character drink for you. But as you're almost losing the fight to keep your eyes open and your yawns at bay, canned battery acid is a necessary evil.

"Not tonight," you quip playfully, gathering your salt shakers to be put away.

"What's wrong?" James is quick to worry, his brows furrowing as he begins to help with the salt shakers.

You chuckle, plucking the glassware from his hand as soon as he picks it up. "I'm fine, just tired. And I've got this. If you really want to help, you'd pass my drink order off to Sirius."

James' eyes remain narrowed, but he lets it go. He is well aware of the rough day that you've been having. After all, he was there at every conflict to be whatever you needed: someone to vent to, an extra set of hands, or your own personal motivational speaker (as he called it).

He's hoping that post-work drinks will help you wind down— the very reason he invited everyone to stay in the first place— since unwinding with friends always lifts his mood. Truthfully, he doesn't know if that's something that lifts yours, and he realizes it probably would've been a good idea to ask first. But you've agreed to stay, so he figures that getting the drink you requested is a good start.

He feels vindicated when you finally come to claim your drink with a cheery grin and many words of gratitude. Although, you do grimace at your first sip. James chooses not to comment on it, swallowing his snarky remarks.

"What'll it be for you, James?" you ask, noticing his lack of beverage.

He opens his mouth to respond, but before he can even enunciate his first syllable, you stop him.

"Wait! Lemme guess!" you say urgently, holding your hands out to stop him from speaking.

James' parted lips morph into an amused smile as you narrow your eyes, looking him up and down, analyzing him as you prepare to make your guess. He feels scrutinized, shifting nervously in his seat as your eyes trail over him.

"You know, I bet there's a secret side to you," you say, your tone carrying a more flirtatious edge than you probably intend, as your gaze finds his eyes again.

James tries really hard not to let his mind wander, but the tips of his ears turn a shade of red anyway as a nervous breath he disguises with a chuckle slips past his lips. You're none the wiser to the thoughts racing through his mind or the way his heart beats in his chest a little harder.

"I bet you have a refined side. I bet you drink something classy like an old fashioned or... or a neat whiskey."

Sirius, whose interest was piqued when he did notice the way James turned a little pink, has been slowly approaching with a cocktail shaker in hand. The metallic rattling of ice cubes is drowned out as he barks out a laugh at your guess.

James tries to ignore him. "First of all, I can't believe you don't think I'm classy upfront."

Sirius slides a tall glass of ice towards James, his head turning as he addresses you. "That 'classiness' your sensing is probably a byproduct of his upbringing. Jamie here comes from money, you know."

James looks aghast, for some reason, sputtering, "Wha–! So does Sirius!"

"I've cut all ties," Sirius says, shooting James a pointed look as he places his shaker next to the glass.

"What about your brother?" James bites back.

"Oh, yes," Sirius drawls. "I nearly forgot I'm having my teenage brother funnel funds into my account. How silly of me."

"All I'm hearing is that you both have secret classy sides," you interject, your tone playful as you swirl your drink with your straw.

Sirius grins at you, "Proud graduate of Harrington Academy, at your service. My favorite class was Etiquette and Personal Conduct."

Harrington Academy, the posh boys school nestled deep into the countryside. The name rings a bell; your school's rugby team always lost to theirs. You can't imagine Sirius— tattooed, tousled, puckish Sirius— lumped in with their polished, preppy lot.

"Are you for real?" you ask. And yes, you did strategically avoid using the word serious.

“No, got kicked out,” he reveals, and you don’t doubt it. “Guess I wasn’t classy enough. As for James, he’s as classy as they come,” he says as he pops the lid off the cocktail shaker and pours a vibrant red liquid into the glass. The beverage fizzes, and he pushes it closer to James, adding with a grin, “Only the most sophisticated drink for you, Mr. Potter.”

Your lips curl in amusement. "Is that a shirley temple?"

"A dirty shirley, mind you," James says with an air of sophistication, treating the syrupy beverage with reverence as he swirls the glass as if it contains a fine wine. "Oi, oi! Where are my cherries?" he blurts suddenly.

Sirius rolls his eyes as he plops three maraschino cherries into James' drink, knowing that he would complain if only given the standard one.

You and Sirius exchange a look as James smiles like a little kid in a candy shop and takes a gulp that must instantly stain his tongue red.

"I stand corrected. You are exactly as you seem," you say through airy laughter.

James leans closer to you, shooting you a sly smirk. "And how's that? Devilishly charming? Alluring?" he asks in a silky voice.

You swallow, giving yourself a second to maintain your composure. "I was going to say boyish and laughable," you reply calmly, a hint of bite in your tone.

James scoffs, but his lips curl up at the corners, a sign that he takes no offense, as he bumps his shoulder into yours. "I'll take that as youthful and witty."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night," you say coolly.

"C’mon, you can't tell me you don't enjoy a good shirley temple!"

"I haven't had one since I was a child."

“What a terrible a shame,” he says, and the genuine sorrow in his voice makes you laugh.

"I think I'll live. You know, I should've known better than to guess and old fashioned after I've seen you not go a single shift without those terrible energy drinks."

James sputters, arms outstretching toward your drink, "What you–!? You're drinking one right now!"

"This is a matter of necessity, not enjoyment," you say, very matter-of-factly.

His tone shifts, taking on a more serious inflection. "That bad, huh?" he asks, and he isn't talking about the drink anymore.

You purse your lips, pushing ice cubes around with your straw as you think.

"It was just... one thing after another all day. And I'm so tired. The only thing that's kept me standing for the last few hours was the thought of my bed."

"I'm not keeping you, am I? If you want to go–"

"No! No, I want to be here. If I had gone home right away I probably would've let my frustration simmer until I fell asleep all tense and uncomfortable. But this... this makes me feel better."

“This?” he prompts you to elaborate, wondering if— perhaps hoping— your answer has to do with him. He figures it’s a fifty-fifty chance: it’s either him or the drink.

"I don't know," you chuckle nervously, feeling your cheeks heat up. "Being here... talking to you. Somehow, you just make things better. You don't even have to try and it's, like, impossible not to smile when you're around."

James' smile fades slowly as his expression shifts into one of awe. The playfulness in his eyes gives way to a rare moment of sincerity as his shoulders relax, and the usual confident tilt of his chin softens. He looks almost touched.

When your gaze meet his, your breath catches in your throat. The conversation is steering towards something vulnerable, and your heart skips a beat. Almost in a panic, you shift gears. "You give me something to laugh at. Like your ridiculous drink order."

James snaps back into his typical self as an infectious smile spreads across his face. "Make fun of me all you want. Whatever lets me see that smile of yours I missed so much today."

You can't help the way your lips tug up at the corners, which James wastes no opportunity to point out.

"See? Look at that, adorable. Oh, how deprived I've been!" he says with a dramatic flourish and a hand pressed to his forehead in mock woe.

As you open your mouth to respond, a peanut flies across the bar and lands on the counter between you two. Another comes shortly after, hitting James in the back of the head.

His hand flies to cradle his head as if he's been gravely wounded, a look of exaggerated offense plastered across his face as he cranes his neck to find the culprit.

"Oi!"

Another peanut hits James in the forehead and Sirius snickers from the other side of the bar. James closes his eyes and sighs in defeat.

"We've been trying to get your attention for ages," Marlene complains, holding a fistful of peanuts.

James makes a point to look at you and roll his eyes dramatically before swiveling around in his chair, granting Sirius and Marlene his attention.

You listen idly as James helps Sirius and Marlene settle an argument, chuckling under your breath at their antics, your own quips and remarks remaining behind a bitten tongue.

Sometimes, you still feel like you need to be invited into a conversation. Even though it’s been well over a month since you started here, there are moments when you still feel as new as you did during your first week. Everyone has known each other for ages, and you can't help but feel out of place still.

James is the exception. Anyone who sees you talk to him would think he’s your oldest friend.

You smile at the thought, beginning to zone out as feelings of appreciation for James swirl in your mind. Your grateful to have made a friend here, even if it’s just the one.

That’s when a peanut lands in your lap.


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6 months ago

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6 months ago

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6 months ago

blushing🤭🤭 mk you know i’ve been waiting for this one and girl it did not disappoint!!! i love how he’s so sweet on her and she gets so flustered😂 and it’s hilarious how the others were like attacking her😭😭 AND THE CUTEST PART them getting married omg im in love with the way you wrote the parallels! you’re fuelling my rdj obsession and i love you for it <3

Never Ever

Tony Stark x fem!reader

WC: 1.3k

CW: Fluff; mentions of lunch?; Tony Stark being a gentleman 😅

Summary: Your new boss never ever does one-on-ones

Day 28 of mk’s mad dash

Never Ever

You’re finally starting to feel your first-day-nerves settle, and it’s a relief. After getting some one-on-one time this morning with Natasha, your boss’ previous assistant, the job doesn’t seem all that bad.

Though first-day nerves are normal, you suppose they’ve been exacerbated by the fact that you would be working for Avenger and billionaire Tony Stark. Natasha has assured you that despite his powers and influence, he’s really all bark and no bite, and that you’ll have no problem “handling him.”

Still, it’s hard to know if you 100% believe her, seeing as you’ve yet to actually meet your boss.

Regardless, Natasha has just left you to go to some Avengers meeting, so you feel relieved to know that you probably have a solid hour before you finally, hopefully (or not hopefully) meet Mr. Stark.

You decide that your first order of business is to decorate your desk with a few keepsakes from home and pictures of your friends and family.

Right in between your two monitors you set your little rubber ducks- one pink and one yellow. You neatly set out your dark blue coffee mug in the right corner and a picture frame of your cat in the other.

The last things to go up are your pictures. With a handful of thumb tacks, you stick them on the cork board walls surrounding your desk. A couple of the pictures you put up are you with your family- all of you bearing happy smiles on vacation or a holiday. Others are with your friends- your roommates from college, your old high school coworker, and your childhood best friend, Thomas.

“Is that your boyfriend?”

As you adjust the picture of you and Thomas you smirk. It’s a question you’ve both gotten many times, and the answer is always “No. that’s my best friend Tho-“

You look up from the picture and stop mid-sentence, eyes widening as you realize that you’re talking so very casually to none other than your boss.

“Oh! Uhm, Mr. Stark! Hi!” You stutter, introducing yourself, “I’m your new assistant.”

You cringe, “though I’m sure you figured that much out yourself.”

Your boss scans you seriously and then breaks out a smirk, “Please, loosen up around me- I’m just your average playboy, billionaire, superhero. And call me Tony. Mr. Stark was my father’s name.”

An exasperated chuckle escapes you and you nod, “right, okay. Sorry, Tony. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

The brunette motions for you to follow him and you oblige.

“You as well. You know, Natasha spoke very highly of you after your interview, so I’ve been very curious to meet the one who impressed the Black Widow.”

Heat creeps to your cheeks against your will, and you’re glad Tony is looking forward as he walks and not at you.

“I guess I’ll have to thank her for the glowing recommendation.”

You arrive outside what you assume is Tony’s office- given its size and grandeur.

Tony confirms your suspicions a second later. He opens the door and gestures for you to go in first.

You let out a meek thank you and scurry in, moving off to the side so he can follow. His office is impressive to say the least. It’s spacious and really, really fancy. His desk is made of the sleekest dark wood with two high-tech computers adorning its surface. Tony has the most wonderful view too- a huge window looking out onto the rooftops of New York’s most beautiful skyscrapers.

An “oh wow,” escapes your lips before you can stop it.

Your boss lets out a chuckle at your awe and nods for you to go look. You make your way over to the window and lean your hands against the windowsill.

“I already knew I loved New York. But this. I mean, wow.”

Tony joins you, standing at your side, “it is quite a view.”

The awe in his voice is obvious and you glance over at him. But he’s not looking at the city. He’s already looking at you.

“Yeah, it is,” you say, trailing off.

Your boss holds your gaze for a second before clearing his throat and looking away.

“Anyways, I just wanted to get you acquainted with where my office is and get to know you a little. I’m assuming Natasha explained all your tasks to you?”

You nod, “Yes, she did. But…sorry, I hope you don’t mind me asking, don’t you have an Avengers meeting right now?”

Tony looks down at his watch and curses, “Steve is going to kill me.”

Then he looks up at you with a smirk, “Already doing pretty damn good at your job though.”

He heads towards his office door but hesitates when he grabs the handle, “I stand by what I said, by the way. I do want to get to know you. Lunch is on me today, at noon. You can meet me out in the lobby.”

Once you nod affirmatively at him, Tony opens the door and leaves, another muttered curse reaching your ears as you follow him out.

You’ve just finished the last of your paperwork before lunch when Natasha sidles up to your desk.

“Hey hot stuff,” she teases.

You give her a weird look, “Heyyyy Natasha?”

“So, a little birdie told me that Tony’s taking you out to lunch.”

Excitement overtakes your confusion, “oh yeah! He is! I actually need to be down in the lobby in five minutes.”

Natasha smiles at you like she knows something you don’t.

“What?!”

“Is this Tony’s new assistant?” a voice adds.

It’s a man- Hawkeye, you think.

He extends his hand with a smirk, “My name’s Clint, nice to meet you.”

You shake his hand firmly, but your eyes don’t leave the redhead’s face.

“Pleasure, really. But what’s going on, Natasha?”

“Tony’s taking you to lunch,” she huffs.

“Yeah? And? It’s not a big deal.”

“It’s a huge deal,” a third voice adds.

This one, you know for sure.

Pepper Potts.

“It’s just lunch,” you sigh, exasperatedly.

“Stark doesn’t do ‘just lunch’,” Clint tells you matter-of-factly, “never ever.”

“Not when I was his assistant,” Natasha states.

“Or when I was before Natasha,” Pepper adds.

“Tony does company lunches sure, but never ever one-on-one,” Clint finishes.

Your stomach flips nervously in your stomach.

“So then why me? Why how?”

The redhead looks at you with that smirk of hers again, “who’s to know?”

She looks at her watch, “and I believe you’ll be late if you don’t leave now.”

You jump up from your chair, cursing.

“We’ll talk later.”

You try to ignore the eyes that follow you as you walk to the elevator.

For as tall as the building is, the ride down in the elevator is fast. When you emerge into the lobby, you’re relieved to find that you beat Tony downstairs.

Only by a few seconds though, it seems, because he emerges from another elevator only moments later.

He spots you instantly and gives you the smile you always see him use on the news.

When he approaches you, he brushes your arm gently, guiding the both of you to where his car is stowed away- A car that is nicer than anything you’ve ever seen, nicer even than your own home.

Like a gentleman, your boss grabs your door before you can and opens it for you. He extends his other hand to help you into the low-riding car and you willingly accept. When your palms touch, a spark shoots up your arm and you just barely withhold a shiver.

Then, the door shuts resoundly.

*****

You don’t bother reaching for your door handle, because you know you’ll only be stopped before you even get the chance.

Tony is around to the passenger side door so fast you wonder if he hopped out while the car was still rolling.

The brunette holds out his hand to help you out of the car and sparks run through your body at his touch, even after all this time.

Once he’s shut the door behind you, his hand moves from yours to wrap around your waist and rest lovingly on your hip.

“Why thank you, Mr. Stark,” you tease, “quite the gentleman.”

Tony presses a searing kiss to your lips that sends your stomach up in butterflies.

“You’re welcome, Mrs. Stark.”


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