Multifandom Oneshots

Tony Stark x Reader

"Tony, please." You repeat.
"No. Nope. No." He shakes his head. "I love you, but no."
"Tonyyyy."
"I don't meet families. No."
"Please, Tony. These people are fucking crazy. I don't want to go by myself."
"You won't be by yourself. You'll be with your family."
"I've met these people once! Thirteen years ago!"
"You invited them."
"My mother invited them! I have to go, you have to come with me."
"Well." He shrugs.
"Tony, please. Just for an hour or so. Please."
"Fine. One hour. Only because I love you."
"Thank you." You breathe a sigh of relief.

Tony left two hours ago, but your mother refused to allow you to leave with him. Of course, that's when all the fighting broke out.
"I'm leaving." You tell your mother sharply over the shouting of your family, and walk out.
You walk down the street, getting out your phone to have Tony come get you. You had left your keys inside, and weren't about to go back into that madhouse.
"Stupid ass fucking alcoholics." You snap to the air. "Damn bitches." You continue muttering curses under your breath.
"Hey, babe." Tony says into the phone.
"Can you come get me?" You ask without preamble.
"Why? Are you drunk?"
"I don't drink!" You almost shout. You forcefully lower your voice. "I'm sorry--"
"Sorry. I'll come. I left when you asked. I'll be there in a minute."
"Thank you." You say quietly.
"Do you need to stay on the phone?"
"No." You say shortly and hang up.
"Sorry." You say to the quiet phone. "I forgot I wasn't mad at you." You sigh and rake your hands through your hair.
A sports car pulls up shortly and Tony hops out. "Hey--" he begins.
"I'm sorry." You interrupt. "I--"
"You're fine. I'm sorry I left. What happened?"
"I don't fucking know. I'm sorry. Can we go home?"
"Sure, honey. Where's your car?" He looks around.
"At Mother's. I left the keys inside."
"Do you want me to get them?"
"No. I'll get them later. Thank you for coming."
"Of course. I'm sorry I--"
"What the hell are you apologizing for, Tony? You haven't been here long enough to do anything wrong."
"I'm sorry I left." He says, getting in the car.
"It's fine. It's good. You stopped drinking, right?"
"Yes. You don't like it."
"I still can't send you in there. Thank you." You lean over and kiss his cheek. "I'm sorry I've been so snappy."
"It's cool. Wanna talk about it?" He starts driving.
"Nope."

You sit in Tony's bed that night, a book open in front of you. He had offered to take you to your house, but you hadn't wanted to, and he had readily consented.
"Y/N?" Tony asks timidly.
You probably should have gone home. You were in what your father used to call a "pissy mood." "What?" You snap at Tony.
"Never mind." He climbs in bed beside you.
"I'm sorry." You sigh. "What did you need?"
"You answered. You sure you don't wanna talk?"
"Positive."
"You know what would make you feel better?"
"What?"
"Angry sex."
You laugh. "I'm sure. Go to bed."
"Yeah, but sex." He leans over to kiss you, but you hold the book up so he gets that instead. "Thanks." He says, voice dripping sarcasm.
"Sure." You smile sweetly.
"See, feeling better?"
"Yes. But that doesn't prove your sex theory."
"No, but it's still good. Now I don't have to worry about you killing me in my sleep. We could still test my theory..."
"Go to bed."
"Not even one kiss?"
"No."
"Ugh, fine. Turn off the lights, JARVIS."
"Goodnight, Mr. Stark. Goodnight, Ms. Y/L/N."
"Goodnight, JARVIS." You both chorus.
You roll over and kiss Tony's cheek. "Goodnight. I love you."
He takes the opportunity to pull you to him. "Goodnight, I love you too."