Tony Stark x Male Reader one shots || Holiday Edition (COMPLETED)

Story Two: Love In The Darkness

Writing Prompt: "Somehow you don't even have to open your mouth to make my head hurt."

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"It's not even that big of a deal!" I yelled at my boyfriend.

"You watched our TV show without me! It sure as hell is a big deal!" He stated in reply.

I groaned and looked at him clearly annoyed. As much as I really enjoyed watching our show together, he decided to sleep in today. So I got up and decided it wouldn't make him that made to watch it without him. I sighed and realized I was wrong.

"Look. I'm sorry, babe. Next time I'll wait for you to get up.." I replied, genuinely sorry.

He let out a sigh. "Yeah. I'm sorry too." He mumbled.

We both smiled and I walked up to him and kissed him. Once the kiss broke we hugged and I felt tears swell in my eyes. His kisses were amazing, but his hugs were powerful. I felt safe and invulnerable in his arms. I felt like I could do anything, and no one could stop me. I snuggled into farther into his arms and placed my head on his chest.

"I don't like it when we fight." He announced in his soft, caring voice.

"All couples do. But I agree. I hate when we fight." I replied, hoping he could hear loud enough, considering I was talking to his chest.

"Wanna go watch the show now?" He inquired.

I looked up and shook my head vigorously, and he chuckled.

I yawned as I sat on the couch watching M/n making food in the kitchen. I offered to help but he only brung up all the times almost burned the whole house down. Of course, he was right, but he could've said it in a nicer way.

I watched as he brought in two sandwiches and sat down next to me. I happily ate my sandwich as we both sat in silence. I had gotten halfway through my sandwich when I noticed M/n texting someone on his phone. Of course, I never thought much about it but he would never in a billion years text someone while he's eating. I put my now finished plate down on the coffee table, before turning on some cartoons and leaned on M/n's shoulder. I heard a sigh and I looked up at him. He looked annoyed.

"What's wrong, babe?" I questioned, sitting up to get a better look at him.

He groaned. "It's just, that. Somehow you don't even have to open your mouth to make my head hurt."

"W-what do you mean," I asked hoping he wasn't saying what I was thinking.

"You and me. We just fight all the time and I feel like. We just weren't meant to be boyfriends. We need some space." He stuttered, frowning.

I felt my heart break in two as the words slid off his tongue.

"I-I understand. I'll pack and go stay at a hotel." I explained, standing, bringing the empty plate to the sink. I watched as he stood and tried to hug me, and it took every inch of my body to not start crying into his arms. I walked upstairs and went into our shared bedroom. And pulled a travel bag out of the closet, setting it on the bed. I opened the dresser drawer and pulled out a few weeks worth of clothes. I packed them into the bag and starred down at my hands. I felt myself tear up and I quickly wiped them away, packing more things like a toothbrush and toothpaste. I moved to the bedside table and pulled out some photos. I smiled at the first date that rested on my bedside table, framed. I shook my head and closed my bag with everything in it and quickly changed into some street clothes.

I walked downstairs and heard M/n on the phone I sighed and grabbed my car keys, opening the front door and walking out of it. I then open the trunk, place my suitcase in it, close it then slid into the driver's seat. I take one more look at the house that we had been living together in for about a year now. I shake my head and back out of the driveway before getting onto the highway, looking for a decent hotel.

I heard a buzzing sound coming from my phone. I yawn and pick it up to stare at the screen, it was an alarm I had set for both of us to get up and watch our show. I hit the stop button and stared at the home screen photo, which had been taken when we were in college. I shook it off and got out of bed, walking into the bathroom to take a shower.

I walked out of the bathroom, with only a towel. Too lazy to get dressed I turned on the TV, hoping to avoid our show. I ended up turning to cartoons and checking social media. I was scrolling through my twitter timeline before I saw a text message appear on my screen.

Please come home.

It read.

Why?

I replied.

I miss you. Please, for the love of God, just come back home.

He insisted. I sighed, quickly typing in a reply.

Is there ice cream?

On it!

He replied.

I smiled. He was such an idiot. But he was my idiot. I quickly got dressed and packed my bag back up before heading down to the front desk, checking out.

I drove down the road we had lived on and drove in front of the parking garage before grabbing my bag, walking up to the door.

I grabbed the house key and I unlocked the door, before opening it. I was taken back when I saw M/n. He was kneeling on one knee and was looking up at me, holding a small velvet box with a ring inside.

"We weren't made to boyfriends. We were made to be husbands. Anthony Edward Stark. Would you make me the happiest man alive and become my husband?" He asked.

I looked around the room and saw my friends and family. I then stared wide-eyed at him before I looked him into the eyes. He stood up and smiled, still holding the ring in a velvet case. I felt tears build up and my eyes. The sound of skin against skin had echoed throughout the room.

"That's for breaking my heart," I hissed, taking my hand away from his cheek.

"I deserve that." He answered.

I then kissed his soft lips. "And that is for making me fall in love with you more than once," I giggled.

I looked down at the ring and he smiled. I took the ring out and placed it on my ring finger.

Everyone stood in awe and I looked up and him.

"But there's still ice cream right?" I asked

Everyone laughed and he smiled, nodding before grabbing my bag and taking me into the living room.

I had never experienced so much change in my life in just two days.