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lemonnsss · 6 months

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Moral of the Story pt. 3

Warnings: cheating, illusions to sex, angst, not BETA'D we die like men.

Parts: 1, 2, 3, 4

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“Oh, so soon?” he leaned in, obviously interested in my request, “And what might your boon be?”

“As you can probably guess, I need a job. I have an interview tomorrow morning for the role of your PA. If that doesn’t pan out -because of anyone's request outside of your own- I still want a good-paying job with decent benefits. Okay?”

“Okay, I’ll cut it short, you’re hired.”

“Please, I don’t need your pity.”

"Oh, don't worry, I wouldn't hire you out of pity. It's because of what you did just now. I gave you barely any details, and you came up with a sub-par solution." Satisfied with his answer, he reaches over and takes a sip of my coffee.

"Sub-par says I go out, find your bodyguard, and drag him back here." He visibly aspirates, coughing into a napkin for a minute or so. I got up, got a straw, and returned. By the time I sat down, he had regained most of his composure.

"You had a good plan that led to a good solution," gesturing to himself, "I'm a rich asshole. Are we happy?” A slight rasp remained in his voice.

“Sufficiently. I accept the role of your PA, Mr. Stark. When should I start?"

"After your interview with Ms. Potts. You did say that if anyone aside from me was against you as my PA, you'd be fine with it."

I leaned back, covering my eyes with my hand, ”Yeah, I did."

"Don't try denying it. JARVIS has been recording- I'm sorry, what did you just say?"

"I fully acknowledge and stand by my previous statement. And, did you just admit to illegally recording our conversation?” My other hand raised pointing at him, “If so, that would be quite unfortunate for you and Stark Industries.” I separated my fingers to see his shocked yet slightly confused expression.

"Well, shit.”

I lowered my hand to the arm of the chair, tilting my head slightly, “Did you think I wouldn’t own up to my word? Please, Tony -can I call you Tony? I’m going to call you Tony- I do have morals, they’re a bitch, but they’re there. When I make promises, I follow through with them.” I look down at my lap, my hands wrapped around my stomach, “I hate people who break their promises. They are the worst kind of people. All that does is hurt those around them, but they’re too self-centered to realize that until it’s too late- sometimes even then it doesn’t click.” I glance up, he’s leaning closer to me, a worried look plastered across his face.

I straighten, collect my things, and move to get up, “I suppose I’ll see you at my interview tomorrow, Mr. Stark.” I walk away and out of the café, hearing the bell ring as I walk out.

I fell face down into my bed, arms spread out. “I just met THE Anthony Edward Stark and acted like it was no big deal. What is wrong with me?” I grabbed a pillow, held it to my chest, curled up into the fetal position, and screamed. “How could I have acted like it was nothing? He’s an A-list celebrity and I just brushed it off!” I prop up onto my elbows, my hands extending forward.

I spent the afternoon and evening just watching TV and reading. While I didn’t typically read graphic books, Hemingway and Remarque’s book had been sitting in my collection untouched for far too long, and it wasn’t necessarily a horrible way to finish the day. About halfway through “All Quiet On The Western Front” I realized just how depressing this book was and how glad I hadn't gone over it with my high school classes. The case remained much the same for “A Farewell to Arms”.

My phone alarm went off, signaling it was time to start getting ready for bed. I got up to grab it, shutting off the tone. I stood up, went to the bathroom, completed my nightly routine, and set out my clothes for my interview, although it seemed I had been hired in all but formalities.

I woke up the next day with a slight ache in my bones but, nothing like the previous day. I got ready and headed out to the Stark Industries headquarters. When I arrived I wasn’t necessarily shocked. The lobby was sleek and modern, bustling with the morning rush. I walked up to the receptionist, an older woman, and told her that I was there for the interview for the role of Mr. Stark’s assistant. I confirmed she looked me up and down before saying my name aloud. She handed me a card, stating it was a single use and would be deactivated once I left the building before pointing me to the elevator, guarded by the head of security, Mr. Stark’s bodyguard, Happy Hogan.

I walked over he looked at me slightly puzzled as I walked up to the elevator, sliding the activated card. It took a moment or two before the door opened and I could not be happier. I walked in and the doors shut.

“Crap, I didn’t get the floor.” I placed my face in my hand, aggravated at my forgetfulness.

An electronic voice rang out, “I believe I can be of some assistance, Mx.”.

I screamed, “What the fuck?” I backed into a corner, grabbing the rails.

“Apologies, I seem to have startled you. I’m JARVIS, Mr. Stark’s AI.”

“O-okay? Can you send me up to Mrs. Potts’ floor?”

“Of course.”

The elevator ride passes quickly thanks to Stark’s AI. As the doors open JARVIS informs me that the door on the right leads to Ms. Potts’ office. I walk up to the door and knock, ”Come in!” A voice calls out. I open the door and introduce myself.

Ms. Potts was a taller woman with blonde hair. She ran around frantically, “I’m so sorry, an urgent business meeting just came up. Would it be okay to reschedule your interview?”

“Yes, yes, of course. These things happen, I understand. Is there anything I can do to help?” I move close to her desk.

The look on her face shows she didn't expect my reaction. "Um, yes. In one of the piles over there. There should be twelve documents with the keywords Stark v. Hammer." She points over the corner where there are three medium-sized piles of papers

"Oh, is that all?"

"Yes, thank you. My assistant has been on sick leave for two weeks and my office has become an absolute mess." I hear the clink of metal on the ground. She squats down, looking for whatever it was that had fallen.

"Really, it's no problem. I've worked in worse offices, this is nothing."

"What do you mean?"

"The lawyer I worked for in college. He was a mess. He wouldn't let anyone move his things, so it just stayed that way until he needed a specific paper or file, and then he would send me looking. Apparently, he did that to all of his assistants after one of them, about five years before me, lost one of the major papers in a big case for the firm. He fired her immediately." I rifled through the paperwork, quickly finding a handful of the documents.

"That sounds horrible, although, from a business person's perspective I can somewhat understand."

"Yeah, it was crazy. I worked for him for four years and almost feel bad for leaving. He finally adjusted and was comfortable with me going through the records." I had found all but one of the papers at this point and had looked through all three piles with no luck.

"Ms. Potts?"

She stands up, bumping her head on the edge of her desk, "Yes?"

"Sorry, um, are you okay?"

"Yes. I'm fine." She grasps the back of her head, wincing. She's clearly not.

"Are you sure? You hit your head pretty hard."

"Yes, really. What were you asking about?"

"Okay, are you sure all of the papers are over here? There's one missing. I've gone over the stacks at least three times."

"Yes, of course. They're all there, I could've sworn." She walks over, or at least attempts to as about halfway she grasps her head, a small groan accompanying the action. I run over, offering my arm. She takes my arm, and I lower her to the ground, a quiet 'thank you' thrown in the midst.

There was a small cut on the back of her head, a small amount of blood flowing out. I place my fingers on the cut, using my powers to heal it. A sharp pain found its way to the back of my head for a moment before it fades.

"Thank you. I think I just needed to sit down for a moment. But, yes, all of the papers should be over here. It's odd that there's one missing."

"Could it be in a different stack?"

"It shouldn't be, then again, I haven't exactly been keeping this place clean enough to say. Crap! The meeting's supposed to start in a few minutes."

"How far into the meeting do you need the papers, and how long do you expect this meeting will be?"

"Maybe two-thirds of the way through and half an hour at the shortest. Why?"

"I'm gonna buy you some time, obviously. I'll look through the rest of the papers to find the missing page. Once I find it I'll head over to your meeting room and deliver the papers as if you'd asked for them just before the meeting began. How does that sound?"

She walks up to me and hugs me. As she pulls away she says, "You are a lifesaver! Thank you." She grabs her papers and walks out of her office, presumably to the meeting room as I stand there stunned, unmoving as a stone.

When her trance breaks, I start moving around the room, quickly checking each pile for the missing paper. I tried to stay in the general area she originally pointed me to with no luck. I slowly moved towards the desk, it was the only place I hadn't checked yet.

I went through the different stacks before finding the paper in the third, guess it really was the charm. I collected all of the papers in a manilla folder, finishing it off with a paperclip -just as a precaution. As I went to grab the door handle JARVIS told me which meeting room they were on.

I walked out to the small foyer between the two offices and entered the elevator. JARVIS took me to the correct floor.

I walked up to the door of the meeting room Ms. Potts was in and knocked on the door before entering. I looked inside to see a variety of old, white businessmen and Ms. Potts in front of a projector explaining something I wasn't about to pretend I understood. She looked relieved.

I walked in just enough to where I could close the door, "Apologies, Ms. Potts, is this a bad time? I have the paperwork you requested."

"Oh no, not at all." She walked over to me, taking the folder from my hands. "Thank you." She whispered.

"It was no problem at all, Ma'am. Would you like me to continue working in your office, or go home for the day?"

"Please, wait in my office." She tipped her head slightly, a gesture that didn't go unnoticed.

I excused myself and headed back to Ms. Potts office. I waited for her in one of the armchairs at her desk. I checked my phone and realized I hadn't read the e-mail from Scott yet. I opened his message, the contents shocking me.

'Hi, I know it's been a while since we've talked, I mean really talked. I'm sorry, I chose a girl who saw me as the second choice over the person who's been my best friend practically since we met. I'm leaving the mansion too. Things have been crazy here. The professor is making Jean and Logan sub for all the classes you used to teach, and he'll be doing so for every teacher who leaves because of what happened. I'm planning on moving back to Anchorage. My parents left the house to Alex, but he gave everything to me in his will, making it mine. That house has to be 80 or so years old now, it's going to need a lot of repairs. I'll send you the address once it's all fixed up, maybe have some tea and catch up.

See you someday,

Scott.'

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buckyshairstylist · 8 months

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Heyyy!! Could I request a Tony Stark x Reader? I was kinda Thinkin maybe she’s a little bit on the 𝘦𝘩𝘦𝘮 shorter side, obv a legal adult. Just kinda him (teasingly) poking at her for it lmao

Thank you so much for this request, anon! This is the fluffiest thing I’ve written in a while and I had so much fun doing it! I hope you enjoy it!

My Little Fairy

Tony Stark x Fem!Reader

Summary: You are short and hate asking your boyfriend for help. Tony loves teasing you about it.

CW: not proofread. none really; lighthearted teasing, pet names (dear, baby, honey, etc.) and fluff

WC: 688

If there was one thing that you hated more than anything in the universe, it was having to ask your boyfriend for help. More specifically, you hated having to ask him for help to reach something that you couldn’t.

Tony wasn’t very tall himself, standing at around 5’8, but he was definitely taller than you, and he relished it.

So to avoid his relentless teasing, you decided to climb onto the counter. Unfortunately for you, Tony had anticipated something like this and installed a protocol requiring Friday to be a snitch. And unlike the possibility of it being Peter, who could be threatened with the classic "snitches end up in ditches," Friday was an AI and therefore could not be threatened and intimidated.

"I thought I said not to be climbing on the counters."

You yelped and nearly lost your footing, turning to face Tony, who leaned against the doorway with a smirk. You stammered for a few seconds, clearly trying to come up with some excuse as to why you had to climb onto the counter.

“Tony, you know I wouldn't be on the counter without a good reason."

"Mhm. That's why I can't wait to hear it,” he said cheerfully.

Your face flushed as you lowered your head, trying to think of some way to convince him that you just had to be on the counter.

“I needed to change the lightbulb,” you blurted.

“Oh really?” Tony raised a brow.

“Yes! Yes, and in order to change it, I had to stand on the counter.”

“Uh-huh. Come down from there, dear. I don’t want you getting hurt.” Tony crossed the room, placing his hands on your hips before helping you down. You looked up at him, finding that he was already looking at you, a small smile playing on his lips. “What do you need?”

“Nothing.”

“Don’t be stubborn, baby. What do you need?” Tony raised a brow.

“Tony—“

“Don’t argue with me. What do you need?” Tony repeated more firmly, earning a huff from you.

“Top shelf, on the right.”

Tony grabbed the box, handing it to you. “I don’t mean to question you, dear, but why is there an unmarked cardboard box in our cabinet?”

“It’s full of spices,” you shrugged, setting it on the counter and opening it.

Tony hummed, leaning against the counter. You glanced at him, noticing the mischievous gleam in his brown eyes.

“Tony—“

“Honey, I’ve gotta ask. I’ve put it off for over a year, but I’ve got to know the answer to this very important question.”

You leaned against the counter, staring up at him with your arms folded over your chest, waiting. Tony pecked your lips and tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“Was your first house a dollhouse? It had to be with as tiny as you are.”

You inhaled deeply through your nostrils, visibly trying to remain as calm as you could.

“No, my first house wasn’t a dollhouse, honey,” you responded with all the patience you could muster.

“Ah, so it was the North Pole.”

“The North Pole?” you questioned, trying to figure out where he could possibly take that.

“Yes! You’re Santa’s little elf.”

You were sure by the way Tony burst into a fit of laughter that your face had fallen comically into an unamused expression.

“Tony.”

“You know, you’re my favorite elf. Far better than the one that resembled Steven Tyler in The Polar Express.”

You groaned.

“Or would you be more like the trolls that live under bridges? Sprites?” He continued with his teasing as you glared at him.

“Tony, I swear—“

“No, no, I’ve got it — you’re my little fairy. Tiny, magical, and beautiful.”

You ducked your head to hide your blush, mumbling a barely coherent “shut up” as you did so. Tony giggled, pressing a kiss to your flushed cheek.

“You know I don’t mean anything by it when I tease you, right?”

“I know,” you smile at him. “It’s all in fun.”

“Indeed it is, my little fairy.”

“So now I’m a mythical creature?”

“Well, you’re certainly not earthly. You put up with me every day and still love me.”

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