Multifandom Oneshots (II)

Tony Stark x Reader

Your alarm goes off, and Tony reaches his arm over you to turn it off. You start to get up, put he pulls you back down.
"Stay." He mumbles, pulling you to him and burying his face in your hair.
"I have to go to work."
"No you don't."
"I kind of do."
"No you don't. I can provide for you."
"I don't need you to provide for me. I need to go to work."
"I can provide for your every whim. You don't need to go. Wanna go to Paris? Wanna move to Paris?"
"Tony."
"I can buy you Paris. Stay."
"I have to go."
"That's one way to talk to the guy buying you a city."
You laugh. "I like my job and I'd like to keep it."
"Call in sick."
"I can't. I have stuff to do."
"I need you to stay."
"You're an independent man. You don't need me to stay."
"I am not an independent man. I'm completely dependent on you and/or whiskey for my emotional wellbeing."
"That's not healthy. I'm gonna be late, let me up."
He keeps his hold on you loose unless you try to get up. Then he tightens his hold until you lay back down.
"Tony. Come on."
"Stay."
"No."
"I can buy you a kingdom if that's what you want."
"I don't want a kingdom, I want to go to work."
"What kind of person wants to go to work?"
"The kind that enjoys their job."
"Please stay. I need you to stay."
"Tony, you say that all the time. If you would only say it when you mean it, I would know when I need to stay."
"I always feel like crap."
"Want my therapist's number?"
"No, I want you."
"Tony. Come on. Surely you have stuff to do too."
"Yes, but I'm cancelling it. I'm taking the day off to take care of myself."
"Since when?" You scoff. "Okay, Tony. Let's go."
"You go. I'm staying here."
"Stay, then. I'll be back at five. Want me to bring dinner?"
"Doesn't matter."
You kiss his cheek and get out of bed.
You go to your closet and sight. You don't want to go to work today. You're tired.
So you pick your phone up from the bathroom counter and text your boss that you won't be able to come in today. You tell her your sick. A couple seconds later, she responds, saying to feel better. You feel kind if guilty about lying, but not guilty enough to do anything about it.
You go back to bed and curl up under the covers.
"You're back!"
"I am."
"You love me." He says cheekily.
"I love sleep." You correct.
"You can say that, but I know the truth."
"I love you Tony. Now hush." You smile and close your eyes.
He kisses your head and lays back down. "Goodnight, darling. Thank you."
"Sure."
You fall back asleep, but wake up less than an hour later and start to get up.
Tony grumbles again.
"Dude."
"Hm?"
"What's your deal?"
"Stay in bed, baby."
"I don't know how to tell when there's actually something wrong and when you're just being dramatic."
"It's generally always a little bit of both."
"And today?"
He smiles. "I'm fine, darling. I just wanna lay here with you."
You kiss him, and he barely reciprocates, so you decide there is actually something wrong. "Get up, honey."
"Go to work, then."
"Get up. Not gonna let you lay here all day. Come on."
"No."
"Yes. We're going on a walk."
"No."
"Yes. You'll feel better."
"No I won't."
"Yes you will."
"Lay down."
"Get up."
"No."
"Come on, Tony."
"Studies show that physical touch helps too—"
"So does exercise. Come on."
"I don't wanna exercise."
"It's just a walk. You'll be okay."
"Fine. But we're getting back in bed after."
"Of course."
He gets up and dressed, not even bothering to complain.
"Wanna eat first?"
"We can get something on our walk."
You set out and he slips his hand into yours. You stop for breakfast and head back to the house.
"I told you you'd feel better." You say.
"I don't." He says, just to avoid saying you're right. "Come to bed. It'll be much more fun than what I was planning before." He winks.
"Not until you admit I was right."
"Great. I'm never getting laid again."
"Man up and admit it."
"No. I'd rather never have sex again."
"That's pretty bad, Tony."
"I can't tell you you're right every time you are."
"I'm not asking for every time. Just this time."
"Not happening."
You shrug. "Fine. I guess you're never having sex again."
"You're going to be the death of me. You really are."
"It's three words, darling."
"I won't say it and you can't make me."
"I can. Give it a couple days."
"I don't want to. I'm already miserable."
You give an exasperated sigh. "My dad's right. All men are the same."
"Hey. I'm offended."
"Good. It was an insult, after all."
"Fine, darling. You were right."
"Yes, I know. Thank you." You kiss his cheek with a smile. "That was faster than I'd expected."
"What can I say, I'm too tired to argue."
"And?" You prompt.
"And I love you."
"Yes. Thank you."
He kisses your cheek. "Thank you."

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A/N
I'm awful at getting to writing y'all's requests, I'm so sorry. I promise I'll do them. I know I've talked to a couple of you about them lately, but if I haven't you should probably remind me. I'm so sorry.
Thanks
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