Imagine the Avengers walking in on you kissing your tattooed boyfriend
Request: hey can i request a stark!reader fic, where r is dating someone with lots of tattoos and who is a couple years older than r. and r would be kissing him in the kitchen and the team comes in and she just has to introduce him to the team? — Anonymous
Author’s Note: Hi! Thank you so much for requesting! I had a lot of fun with this one! Mind you, I sort of made the boyfriend a lot sweeter whose a mama’s boy because I feel like he’d be a tattoed sweetheart. Enjoy!
It had been about six months since the two of them had first started dating. They had met at one of the local coffee shops that were downtown away from the Tower. At the time he had been struggling with his computer since it refused to connect to the wifi and, considering her uncle was the Bruce Banner, she knew exactly how to tamper with it. After that, the two of them just got to talking.
His full name was Jeremiah Smith, he was going to school in New York because he was originally from North Carolina. He’s an only child and an art student, specializing with tattoo artistry since his arms were littered with the magic, but his cousin had done those instead. Y/N had been in awe of the artwork. According to Jeremiah, each of them were a symbol of something important in his life. The hearts were for his mother, who apparently called him every morning and night just to make sure her son was eating right and doing okay. The arrows through each heart were for his father, who apparently worked three jobs at the same time just to afford the tuition for him to go to school in New York like he always wanted. Jeremiah’s heart beat the most for his parents, and Y/N absolutely loved that since she could relate with how she felt with her family.
Well, since then, the two of them kept going to the same coffee shop, both in hope to see the other and get to talking again. He had acted like a regular human being when he learned Y/N’s real identity of being Tony Stark’s only daughter. He treated her just the same. After the fifth time of seeing each other in the coffee shop, Jeremiah had finally blurted out that he wanted to take Y/N to a proper dinner for their first ever date. Y/N eagerly agreed, ecstatic that he felt the same spark she did.
The date went as perfect as dates could go, and their relationship only blossomed from there. Y/N had only felt like this once before for another person, but they had been using her with hopes of gaining her father’s favor, so getting another chance at true love was all Y/N wanted, especially since she knew that Jeremiah wanted the same thing. She knew he would never do such a thing to her. In fact, on their seventh date she had told the story of her past relationship and he had been livid that someone treated her like that, that someone would use someone as amazing as her just for her father(his words, not hers).
Of course, throughout this entire magical journey, the Avengers and her father were none the wiser that Y/N was even dating. They hadn’t an absolute clue that she found someone new, always making sure that paparazzi scouting for the Stark daughter were nowhere to be found and that her social media and real life were kept separate. Y/N was definitely not ashamed of Jeremiah. He was very important to her and she’d tell that to anyone, but she wanted this aspect of her life to stay in the small bubble for just a little longer. The relationship being just about the two of them was incredibly nice and she wanted to ride that trope for as long as she could.
Unfortunately, that wouldn’t willingly be for long.
It was a gloomy Tuesday, the Tower echoing the aura of the outside: it was eerily quiet and completely empty other than Y/N. The team had disappeared all for separate missions Nick issued for them. Jeremiah had been to the tower only once before, and even then Y/N had to sneak him in so her father wouldn’t notice. But now that Y/N had no worries, it was the perfect day to sit back with her boyfriend and cuddle without fearing of someone seeing them.
Lifting her phone as she sat comfortably on the couch, she waited to hear his calming voice before she spoke, “Hey, wanna come over?”
“On a Tuesday, love?” Jeremiah’s light chuckle made her heart flutter. “Actually, that sounds perfect. I have no homework, and I miss seeing your beautiful face. Is the family home?”
“No, no…uh…they’re all out doing what they do best, and I’m lonely, so…” Y/N shrugged.
“Actually, it’s perfect timing because I have a huge surprise for you,” Jeremiah’s voice turned suddenly excited. “I’ll be there in about half an hour. Love you!” He hung up and Y/N squealed ecstatically, holding the phone to her heart as she fell over onto her side on the couch. She didn’t know if she was technically in love, really. They said it constantly now, and it was seven months into their relationship, so perhaps it was right… She just never knew, but Jeremiah felt right. He felt like the perfect guy for her.
He was smart, considerate, caring, protective, funny, and loved her.
About half an hour later, she heard JARVIS’ voice suddenly ring, “Miss Stark, a male has arrived. Should I let him in?”
Y/N sat up and looked at the screen that displayed the front sidewalk of the tower, seeing Jeremiah stand awkwardly there with his hoodie on to protect himself from the rain. She smiled, “Yes, please let him in! Buzz him up, too, for the elevator.”
“Yes, Miss Stark,” JARVIS replied, complying for Jeremiah to walk in.
A moment later, the elevator doors beeped and the doors slid open, Y/N laughing as she threw herself into his arms, Jeremiah happily welcoming her as he pressed his lips softly to her own for a greeting, holding her up since most of her weight had melted into his. He still had his jacket on, despite being inside.
“Okay, as much as I’d like to continue and stand here kissing your soft lips,” he pecked them again for emphasis, “I really wanna show you my surprise.”
“Is it your penis?”
“What? No!”
“Oh, okay.”
He stepped back and slowly unzipped his jacket, giving her the better view as he slipped it off. He was wearing a sleeveless shirt that had his college’s logo on the front, but that’s not what he was showing her. Once his jacket was completely off, she was finally able to see what was sitting on his right arm just above a heart with an arrow through it.
“Is that…my name?”
“Yeah,” Jeremiah smiled. “I know, I know…it’s stupid for people to do stuff like that because they never know if the relationship will really be forever or something, but…I’ve never felt this way about anyone. My heart beats for my parents constantly, but…it’s beating for you, too. When we’re apart all I can think about is seeing you again. They say if you’re in love, you’re supposed to miss when your other half isn’t there, and…I always miss you.”
Y/N stood there, stock still as she continued to stare at his arm in bewilderment. It was in cursive with a tiny star above one of the letters.
“It’s ‘cause your last name is Stark,” Jeremiah mumbled awkwardly. “Star is in Stark…get it?”
Y/N’s mouth shook for a moment, before she finally lunged forward and threw her arms around his shoulders, kissing him repeatedly over and over again as she mumbled her love against his lips, telling him he was it for her, too, that he was everything she ever wanted or ever would want in this world.
If only that moment could last forever.
“Y/N M/N Stark, what the hell are you doing?” a voice made them jump apart, both paling visibly as they turned to see they were no longer the only ones in the room. Standing shoulder to shoulder were earth’s mightiest heroes, all dirty and tattered from their mission, but otherwise okay. However, all of them seemed to be frozen in shock upon seeing their beloved Y/N kissing a complete stranger, a tatted stranger a that. “Who the hell is this?” It was her father who had been yelling.
“Dad?” Y/N squeaked.
“Y/N get behind me,” Steve suddenly ushered, approaching her quickly and shoving her behind him. Bucky took his initiative and stood at Y/N’s side, glaring at Jeremiah as though he wanted to set him on fire.
“Who the hell are you?” Natasha’s snarl made Y/N turn to see her calmly walk up to Jeremiah, but he wasn’t stupid enough to underestimate her. In fact, he paled even more than before, petrified. “Did you force yourself on her, huh? Do you know who the hell we are? We’re her family, we make sure delinquents like you don’t see the light of day, and to see you putting your lips on her?”
“Wh-What? Aunt Nat, no!” Y/N protested, trying to get around Steve, but he moved so she couldn’t take a step. “He’s not…he’s my boyfriend!”
“L-Listen here, dude!” Peter suddenly growled, completely ignoring her as he approached him, still suited up. “Y/N is like my sister! If you put your hands on her-wait, what?”
“Yes!” Y/N exclaimed huffily, ducking underneath Steve’s outstretched arm and standing at Jeremiah’s side, placing her arm around him. “He’s been my boyfriend for seven months now! Jesus Christ, guys!”
“Wait a second, we’ve all been wandering here for longer than seven damn months, how the hell did you manage holding a whole ass relationship?” Scott asked.
Y/N sputtered before she turned to her father, who looked livid. “Missy, you have a lot of explaining to do…”
You turned your head; laughter froze as you saw Loki’s empty gaze.
Loki noticed your eyes on him. A thin, sad smile tugged on his lips. He’d always be doomed to live in his brother’s shadow. Besides, what he had to offer to you, anyway? He had to accept it. Your heart would never harbor the same feelings as his for you.
The Norse God bowed lightly his head your direction, walked away afterwards. Tears burned in his eyes on his way to his room. How could he be stop stupid!? How could he even think for one second you’d choose him over his brother, the great and mighty Thor?!
Knuckles turned white, nails dug into his palm. If this was love he didn’t want it. He didn’t want this pain. He didn’t want to endure it… Didn’t know how to endure it… He…-
“Loki!”
Surprised he spun around, watched you running towards him. Immediately you grabbed for his hands, asked worried if he was alright. Loki winced at the warmth of your skin, relished and cursed the sweet warm prickle spreading in his belly.
“Why did you leave so suddenly, Loki?”
“I am just tired,” he excused himself. “You should go back to… Thor.”
“Oh…” Your gaze dropped down to the floor. “I had hoped you’d show me around the royal garden a bit. I wanted to ask you this morning already, but I hadn’t the chance to.”
“Don’t you want to go with-”
“No…,” you breathed, putting your finger on his lips to hush him. “I much more would prefer your company.”
A small smile appeared on Loki’s face. He nodded. And so you walked through the Palace’s garden, watching the countless stars in the night sky. The backs of your hands brushed each other now and then, making both of your hearts beat faster. Tension was growing, and you were pondering already whether to take his hand or not, when Loki intertwined his hand with yours all of a sudden.
The Norse God had to hold back a chuckle. Sweaty? They were sweaty? Did this mean you were nervous?! He looked at you, saw your cute pink cheeks. For the first time tonight he shared an earnest smile.
“Thank you for being with me now, _________.”
You reached a small fountain. There you stopped. Finally you locked your eyes with his. The red color around your nose deepened.
“I’d always be with you if you asked me to, Loki. I… want to stay with you, you know…”
Loki’s blue orbs widened for a second. One hand sneaked around your waist and drew you close, another cupped your burning face.
“Then promise to stay with me, _________. Don’t leave my side. Never.”
“Never..,” you whispered, closed your eyes.
“Never..,” Loki repeated quietly, voice shaking.
Soft lips claimed yours, a shower of shooting stars lightened the sky, sealed your promise.
You’d stay by his side. He’d be with you. Forever.
Can I just say I love this concept and I had way too much fun with it…
You
have a fairly large manor to yourself, because your parents passed
away when you were a teenager. Your
family isn’t very high up in society, not on the top, but you
manage your parents’ company well enough to live comfortably. It’s
just… lonely, even with your servants. Maybe that’s why, when
you found these poor people nearly dead in an alley, you barely
hesitated in taking them in.
All
things considered, your servants are not happy when you show up with
seven
dirty, disabled former circus members and announce that they’re
going to be staying here from now on. Still, the servants do as you
say and clean everyone up. You
ring a doctor, and the one you assign to their care is pretty good
with keeping secrets. You still have to pay him off, because he’s
a bloody crook. At least everyone gets taken care of, though.
Surprisingly
enough, the first one who opens up to you is Doll/Freckles. Even
though they don’t really talk about what happened to the gang,
they cry a lot and thank you for saving everyone’s lives and
promise that they’ll be good if you don’t kick them out or
punish them.
You
agree. Whatever they’ve done, it’s in the past. Nearly dying,
they’ve all suffered enough. Even once everyone is better, they’re
welcome to stay with you for as long as they can bear your company,
which you’ve been told is frankly insufferable. Everybody shares a
smile when you say that.
When
they start to feel better, Peter and Wendy are likely the first to
start doing things like household chores. They help the maids and
the butler, who at first are a little irritated – maybe more than a little –
with these two tagging along. Eventually, though, the servants grow
to enjoy having them around and are grateful for the help.
Jumbo
joins them soon after, despite not being quite back in peak
condition yet. You have to remind him to be careful, and whenever
you do, he gives you this odd half-smile and nods. He’s a mystery,
and he frightens some of the maids at first, but once he earns their
trust, they’re glad to have him around.
The
one who sulks a lot initially is Beast. It’s hard to get her out
of that, in part because she’s haunted by bad decisions and
doesn’t want to talk about it, and she’s too busy feeling guilty
to take any of your attempts at kindness aside from continuing to
live in the house. Once she’s ready to accept the smallest gesture
she thinks she deserves, which isn’t much, she hugs you and tells
you to go talk to Joker if you want to find out what happened.
You
can hardly believe how well Dagger gets on with the cook. Apparently
the two of them play darts together, and Dagger’s teaching the
cook a lot of pointers. They’re not even that similar in
personality, and yet, the cook’s talking about taking on Dagger as
an apprentice. Life really has a way of taking strange, strange
turns sometimes. At least the two of them are happy.
By
the time Joker’s ready to tell you what happened and how they got
to the point where you found them, he’s fully prepared for you to
never want to see them again once you know the truth. At
the end of his story, he’s in tears, and some of the words out of
his mouth are in the order of, “Dunno ‘bout the others, but I
know at least I’d be better off dead.” Nothing you can say or
think about him is worse than anything he’s said to himself.
It
baffles you. How could these people who have bonded with you and your
staff, been so sweet, shown you immense gratitude, have done such
terrible things? You really don’t know what to think. After Joker
gives you the whole tale, beginning to end, you sit there for a
moment… before nodding and saying you need some time to think.
What he tells the others is something akin to that they should
either be prepared to go to jail or go back to the streets. None of
them know which would be worse.
At
the end of the day, while you’re not sure if you forgive them for
everything they’ve done… at the very least, the absolute
minimum, they are sorry.
There’s genuine remorse in them. If there was anything they could
do to take back everything they did, they would do it. You’ve
grown close to them in the past months; you know that even though
they may not be good people, they’re not bad either. They’re
just… people. They’ve nearly died, they’ve been through
enough, and their own consciences are going to punish them for the
rest of their days worse than anything that anyone else could do.
Forgiveness might be unattainable, but you still care about them.
There’s
ice in your voice when you tell them that if they do anything now
like what they did in the past, they’ll be turned over to Scotland
Yard so fast their heads will spin. None of your staff know the full
story, and you don’t tell them. The circus members have to remain
hidden, which means they’ve only got the staff, each other, and
you for company. Maybe that’s enough. Even though you’re not
sure for a while if you can trust them when they say that they
promise not to make the same bad decisions, they seem sincere. Good.
Because you won’t hesitate if history repeats itself.
After
a long while without incident – years, maybe – that care you
felt for them turns into love. And love, into trust. You still can’t
let them leave the manor, but they’ve earned your trust. They
continue helping the staff and supporting you in anything you do. It
almost seems like a family.
some self-indulgent shit I wrote while listening to She By dodieclark (Also I’m sorry about the lack of updates, school started and I’m already behind lmao)
“Am I allowed… to look at her like that?” You muttered as your eyes trained on the girl that you came to love.
“She’s just so… nice to look at…”
You groaned and let your head fall forward against the lunch table, a giant thud shaking your classmate’s lunches.
Kendou sighed. “You can go talk to her you know.”
You bolted up at her words and shook her head quickly. “No no no! There’s no way I could! Sh-she, she’s too cute and amazing and gorgeous and smart for me to talk to her!”
Kendou laughed at your demise, but not in a mean way. It was the way a sister would laugh at her younger sibling for falling for a prank. “I promise you Yaoyorozu-chan is nothing like that. She’s really sweet and loves to talk with people. Especially about tea.”
You groaned inwardly, leaning back in your chair so your vision was upside down. “That’s exactly why! She lives in a completely different world than me! She comes from a rich family while I come from a lower middle class! She’s so pretty and smart while I’m average at everything! I mean, she has to memorize the composition of elements and atoms and shit for her quirk to work! I just get stabbed and boom I regenerate. It’s frustrating Kendou. It’s frustrating when the one you like is so out of your league.”
“Don’t think that way (Y/N)!” Kendou exclaimed.
Ibara nodded. ‘Kendou-chan is right. You may find that her beauty is deeper than you know and she will extend it to you.”
You sighed in defeat, their attempts to cheer you up falling short. But to make them happy you put on a false smile. “Thanks, guys. That makes me feel a little better.”
Pony swallowed the food that had previously kept her from joining the conversation. “Well we have training with her class this afternoon, so you can get closer to her that way!”
“Oh yeah!” Kendou exclaimed, clapping her hands. “Maybe you and Yaoyorozu-chan can work together!”
You sighed and rubbed the back of your neck nervously. “Yeah maybe….”
“I’m really excited for today’s training!”
“You can say that again Uraraka-chan!” Setsuna cheered, high fiving Urarka and Mina. Only after a couple of classes of training together the three of them seemed to be the best of friends.
You sighed as you clipped your cape on top of your two-piece costume, the glossy finish of the two-piece glinting in the locker room light.
“Excuse me, (L/N)-san?” A gentle voice asked.
Turning you began to respond, however, your vocal cords seemed to fail as you came face to face with Momo Yaoyorozu. Her beautiful hues made you paralyzed with either fear or admiration, you weren’t sure.
“Y-yeah?!” You asked, your voice raised an octave.
Momo smiled at you. “Sorry if I scared you, it’s just I was wondering what your costume was made of. I noticed over the classes that whenever it got ripped or damaged, it seemed to heal by itself.” She explained, motioning towards your two piece. “I’m asking cause I was hoping to ask my support company to remake my costume using that material.”
A bright blush spread across your cheeks. She was talking to you about you. It was the complete opposite of what you thought she’d talk about. “O-oh really? Oh well, i-its actually made out of the normal hero suit material that’s stretchy, like Tsuyu-san’s hero outfit, mixed with my DNA.”
“Hey, Momo-chan! (Y/N)-chan! We’re heading out!” Mina exclaimed, waving to the two of you. You nodded and grabbed the last remaining parts of your costume, a utility belt laid with knives and other sharp weapons along with a long sword, which you had just sharpened last night.
Slinging the sword in the sheath around your waist you lead the way out, making sure to hold the door for Momo. Your heart skipped a beat as she walked with you, clearly wanting to continue the conversation.
“So you said that your costume is made out of your DNA right?” Momo asked, her own cape swishing around her.
You nodded. “Yeah cause of my quirk, which lets me regenerate.” You explained.
Momo’s eyes shimmered with wonder. “Wow, so that’s what your quirk is! I wasn’t sure if I’ll be honest cause each time you regenerate there’s a blinding light.”
“Well, that causes the cells in my body unfuse and fuse back together when I do regenerate. So when my costume is destroyed, the cells automatically fuse and unfuse, but usually at a slower rate.”
“Wow…” Momo whispered as the group of girls finally reached training ground Gamma, the factory-like zone. “That really is amazing. However, it is disappointing that I won’t be able to use the material of your costume for my own. I was hoping that since we both have um… hero costumes that don’t cover a lot of our skin, that I could use that material to recover what gets destroyed, but it seems like that can’t happen.”
You shook your head. “Actually no, no I don’t think so! I sent a bunch of my hair to the support company to make my costume and they had a bunch of leftover fabric that they said they would keep for future use. Maybe I can send them a letter and ask them to send it to your support company?” You wanted to make Momo happy. You wanted to help her in any way you could. And if you could help her this way, you would be the happiest girl in the world.
Momo blinked at you in surprise as her cheeks turned a bright rosy pink. Turning away, she covered her face. “Oh no, I can’t ask that. I’ll just speak with the support company of my costume and see what they can do.” She turned her head back towards you with a gentle smile. “Thank you for your generosity though (L/N)-chan.”
“(Y/N)-chan.”
Momo’s steps faltered as she heard your sudden declaration. “I’m sorry?” She asked, unsure of what you were saying.
You gulped, nervousness taking hold of you. Just why did you have to blurt that out?! “Um… I want you to call me (Y/N)-chan. That’s if you’re comfortable with that! I don’t want to push you or anyth-”
“No, no!” Momo exclaimed, shaking her head. “I would love to have the honor of calling you (Y/N)-chan. Guess that means you should call me Momo-chan then. It makes us even closer now, doesn’t it?” Momo’s eyes glistened in the light, making your own cheeks turn a dark red.
Turning your eyes to the ground, you coughed into your hand. “So, I hear you like talking about tea.”
“Oh yes! What’s your favorite kind? Mine would be a type of black tea from the middle east called…..”
You smiled to yourself as you listened to Momo talk on and on about her favorite tea and why it was so good and other things about making tea you had no idea about. Even if the two of you were just talking as normal classmates, it still made you happy. You were one step closer to holding her close.
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