Quick Plane Ride - Tony x Reader

                                    

                                          
Tony Stark x Y/N Y/L/N
Warnings: none, fluff
Word Count: 484 Words
Key: Y/L/N - your last name
                          
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"Come on!" Tony, your boyfriend of two years begged.
                          
"No!" You replied, standing your ground.
                          
"It's just a quick plane ride!"
                          
"Yeah. ACROSS THE FRICKIN' OCEAN!"
                          
"We're going to Paris! What girl/guy/person doesn't want to go to Paris?"
                          
"Right now, this girl/guy/person." 
                          
"You're no fun." Tony pouted, turning his attention to the tv screen. 
                          
You chuckled. Sometimes you swore you were dating a five-year-old. You continued watching the movie, Tony's arm slung over your shoulder. You leaned into his touch, slowly falling asleep. 
                          
---time skip brought to you by vision making paprikash---
                          
You woke up and felt yourself being lifted off of the ground, except Tony wasn't carrying you. You were sitting upright, strapped into a seat. Opening your eyes, you saw Tony sitting across from you, sipping on a glass of wine, and you realized where you were. You were on an airplane, and it had just lifted off. 
                          
"What the heck, Tony?" You said sleepily, a hint of anger in your tone. 
                          
"Sorry. I really want to take this trip with you. I have a surprise."
                          
"It better be good. Just know the only reason I'm not strangling you is that I'm very tired. Wake me up when we're in Paris." You said in the most threatening way you could. 
                          
---time skip because I don't know what to fill this in with---
                          
You had spent the day walking down the cobblestone avenues and sightseeing. Tony had bought your charm bracelet from all the times he took you abroad. This time you chose a croissant-shaped charm, then Tony booked the Eiffel Tower for the night, allowing you to have dinner at the top of it. You were wearing a simple blue knitted dress with white heels/a tan tuxedo.
                          
"You didn't have to do all this, Tones." You whispered. 
                          
"I kinda did." He replied sheepishly. 
                          
"You're going to spoil me."
                          
"That's kind of the idea. Wow, look at the view." He gasped a little.
                          
You turned around to look at the beautiful city. "It is beautiful, isn't it?"
                          
"The one in front of me is even better."
                          
You chuckled. "Tony you-" You stopped in your tracks. 
                          
Tony was down on one knee, holding a diamond ring in a blue velvet box. 
                          
"Y/N Y/L/N, where do I begin? Somehow you managed to make me fall in love with you and change myself all at once. I've never felt this way before, and I'd be happy to give up my playboy ways if it meant I would wake up next to you every morning. So, will you become Mrs/Mr./Mx. Y/N Stark?" He asked. 
                          
You pulled Tony into the biggest hug you had ever given anyone, tears streaming down your face. You nodded violently, your head hitting his ear a few times. He slipped the ring onto your finger and took your hand, guiding you through the streets of Paris for a little while longer. You were happy, happier than ever.
                          
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Short, and sweet, straight to the point. I kinda like this imagine. The wheel said I would write a Tony imagine next, so this is what I came up with. Let me know if you like it! Stay safe, spend time with the people you love!
                          
-Zoe