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Being 30 is fun. I was discussing anime with a teen at work and asked her how much of bnha she had watched. She had trouble answering and wasn't sure how to approach it. I said "better question was who was your husbando" and she turned bright red before mumbling an answer. They never expect me to know how deep their love of anime boys runs....

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I love the fics where its like Harley walks into a room seeing Peter for the first time and is immediately like “wow you’re my future husband hello” while Peter is running on 48 hours of no sleep, looking like a mad scientist in the lab being like “what?”

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Peter Parker-Keener and Harley Parker-Keener. Power couple. CEO and COO of Stark Industries.

(I need more fics like that pls i am starving)

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Peter doesn’t think Harley likes him back because he’s always saying passive aggressive things about Spider-Man.

Harley says passive aggressive things about Spider-Man because he think Peter and Spider-Man are dating and is jealous.

Tony is just sitting there wondering how long it’ll take these two ‘geniuses’ to realize they like each other

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Peter: 11 year old me would think current me is insane

Harley: He'd be right

Harley: 11 year old me would call current me a slur

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I offered an animation for this year's @marveltrumpshate, and this is the result! Thank you so much to @hundredthousands-art for working on this with me, your art is exceptional as always! And a HUGE thank you to the pod who bid on mine and HT's auctions to make this happen - @massivespacewren @soliloquent-stark @iseult-1124 @otpcutie @whinysteve @polizwrites @dracusfyre and everyone else who donated, you guys are amazing!!

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You asked for prompts, so maybe awkward fem!Bucky getting flustered and pines over very self-confident and amazing fem!Tony? 👀

Fuck yes, I love fem!Winteriron! Here we go.

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Steve had expected many things when he’d brought Becky into the tower. Mistrust, tension and fear being chief among them.

What he hadn’t expected was to bear witness to Jane Rebecca Barnes, former maneater and ladykiller, becoming a nervous, insecure wreck. And not because of the brainwashing either.

“Would you quit fidgeting?” Steve asked, and Becky turned around to give him a glare that had probably sent many a man running for his life.

“I’m not!” She started pacing again, looking exactly like the nervous Nelly she’d always told him he was. “What time is it?”

Steve glanced at his watch. “Why?”

“Just –” Becky huffed. “What time?”

“You going somewhere?”

“No, I’m –” She whipped around at the sound of the elevator opening to reveal Toni Stark, dressed in a burgundy pantsuit.

“– gotta give me more than that if they want to –” she paused, pulling her phone away from her ear. “Did I miss lunch?”

“No, you’re right on time,” Becky said, and Steve raised an eyebrow at the way her hands were fidgeting where she’d clasped them behind her back, out of Toni’s view. “I just –”

“Great. Grab your shit, we’re going out.” Toni’s eyes fell on Steve. “You coming too?”

“He’s busy,” Becky blurted before Steve could say anything. She gave him a half-threatening, half-desperate glare that Steve had to make a real effort not to laugh at. He schooled his features and cleared his throat.

“Actually, I –”

“Yep, we should leave. Right now,” Becky said, drawing a finger across her throat as soon as Toni’s back was turned. Steve stuck his tongue out at her, and Becky’s frown deepened as she grabbed her jacket and flung it over her shoulders. Toni pouted as soon as she saw it.

“Hey, where’s your new coat?”

“Um.” Becky froze, looking like a deer in the headlights. “It’s… upstairs?”

“Did you not like it?” Toni asked, and Becky’s shoulders rose, a horrified look crossing her face.

“Did… Did you leave that in my room?”

“Who else?” Toni huffed, propping her hands up on her waist. “You won’t take my card to go shopping, so I did it for you.”

“I didn’t know you bought it for me,” Becky said, her voice a little too high-pitched, and Toni sighed.

“Is that a problem? Because I can knock it off if it bothers you. It’s just –” Toni made a frustrated noise, gesturing up and down Becky’s body. “Fuck, look at you! You’re a fucking bombshell, and all you wear are the same three black shirts!” Toni folded her hands, giving Becky the sort of puppy eyes she must’ve perfected when she was really small. “Please let me buy you some clothes? I promise they’ll match your style.”

“I –” Becky looked at Steve like she was begging for help, but Steve just shrugged. He’d gone through the exact same thing when he’d moved into the tower. Sometimes it was easier to just let Toni have her way.

“Come on, Jane,” Toni whined, hooking her arm through Becky’s and pressing in close. “You’re killing me here! Please, just one shopping trip, I promise I’ll leave you alone after.”

Steve pressed a hand over his mouth to stop himself from laughing at the look on Becky’s face, the stiff way she held herself as Toni touched her. Holy shit, was she blushing?

“Okay, Toni,” she mumbled, and Toni whooped, dragging Becky into the elevator. Becky stumbled after her, uncoordinated and clumsy in a way Steve had never seen her. Steve wished he had a camera to capture the moment, if only so he could send it to Becky later.

Becky Barnes crushing on the richest woman in America? Oh, he would never let her live this down.

Steve watched them as the elevator doors closed and was surprised when Toni’s face slipped from her usual confident smile into something a lot more real. Something Steve would almost call fond, right up until Toni smirked, her eyes trailing down Becky’s body in a way that was hard to misinterpret.

Becky didn’t notice, fiddling with the hem of her sleeve, but Steve caught Toni’s eye across the room and raised an eyebrow at her. Toni stared right back at him, unashamed, and Steve let his eyes flick over to Becky before he frowned, making his position known without words. Toni gave him a tiny nod, stepping a little closer to Becky, and Steve smiled, reassured.

Poor Becky had no idea what she’d gotten herself into. And Steve would enjoy every minute of the show.

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You asked for prompts, so maybe awkward fem!Bucky getting flustered and pines over very self-confident and amazing fem!Tony? 👀

Fuck yes, I love fem!Winteriron! Here we go.

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Steve had expected many things when he’d brought Becky into the tower. Mistrust, tension and fear being chief among them.

What he hadn’t expected was to bear witness to Jane Rebecca Barnes, former maneater and ladykiller, becoming a nervous, insecure wreck. And not because of the brainwashing either.

“Would you quit fidgeting?” Steve asked, and Becky turned around to give him a glare that had probably sent many a man running for his life.

“I’m not!” She started pacing again, looking exactly like the nervous Nelly she’d always told him he was. “What time is it?”

Steve glanced at his watch. “Why?”

“Just –” Becky huffed. “What time?”

“You going somewhere?”

“No, I’m –” She whipped around at the sound of the elevator opening to reveal Toni Stark, dressed in a burgundy pantsuit.

“– gotta give me more than that if they want to –” she paused, pulling her phone away from her ear. “Did I miss lunch?”

“No, you’re right on time,” Becky said, and Steve raised an eyebrow at the way her hands were fidgeting where she’d clasped them behind her back, out of Toni’s view. “I just –”

“Great. Grab your shit, we’re going out.” Toni’s eyes fell on Steve. “You coming too?”

“He’s busy,” Becky blurted before Steve could say anything. She gave him a half-threatening, half-desperate glare that Steve had to make a real effort not to laugh at. He schooled his features and cleared his throat.

“Actually, I –”

“Yep, we should leave. Right now,” Becky said, drawing a finger across her throat as soon as Toni’s back was turned. Steve stuck his tongue out at her, and Becky’s frown deepened as she grabbed her jacket and flung it over her shoulders. Toni pouted as soon as she saw it.

“Hey, where’s your new coat?”

“Um.” Becky froze, looking like a deer in the headlights. “It’s… upstairs?”

“Did you not like it?” Toni asked, and Becky’s shoulders rose, a horrified look crossing her face.

“Did… Did you leave that in my room?”

“Who else?” Toni huffed, propping her hands up on her waist. “You won’t take my card to go shopping, so I did it for you.”

“I didn’t know you bought it for me,” Becky said, her voice a little too high-pitched, and Toni sighed.

“Is that a problem? Because I can knock it off if it bothers you. It’s just –” Toni made a frustrated noise, gesturing up and down Becky’s body. “Fuck, look at you! You’re a fucking bombshell, and all you wear are the same three black shirts!” Toni folded her hands, giving Becky the sort of puppy eyes she must’ve perfected when she was really small. “Please let me buy you some clothes? I promise they’ll match your style.”

“I –” Becky looked at Steve like she was begging for help, but Steve just shrugged. He’d gone through the exact same thing when he’d moved into the tower. Sometimes it was easier to just let Toni have her way.

“Come on, Jane,” Toni whined, hooking her arm through Becky’s and pressing in close. “You’re killing me here! Please, just one shopping trip, I promise I’ll leave you alone after.”

Steve pressed a hand over his mouth to stop himself from laughing at the look on Becky’s face, the stiff way she held herself as Toni touched her. Holy shit, was she blushing?

“Okay, Toni,” she mumbled, and Toni whooped, dragging Becky into the elevator. Becky stumbled after her, uncoordinated and clumsy in a way Steve had never seen her. Steve wished he had a camera to capture the moment, if only so he could send it to Becky later.

Becky Barnes crushing on the richest woman in America? Oh, he would never let her live this down.

Steve watched them as the elevator doors closed and was surprised when Toni’s face slipped from her usual confident smile into something a lot more real. Something Steve would almost call fond, right up until Toni smirked, her eyes trailing down Becky’s body in a way that was hard to misinterpret.

Becky didn’t notice, fiddling with the hem of her sleeve, but Steve caught Toni’s eye across the room and raised an eyebrow at her. Toni stared right back at him, unashamed, and Steve let his eyes flick over to Becky before he frowned, making his position known without words. Toni gave him a tiny nod, stepping a little closer to Becky, and Steve smiled, reassured.

Poor Becky had no idea what she’d gotten herself into. And Steve would enjoy every minute of the show.

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I forgot to check tumblr for months and missed this amazing art from my favorite artist 😭 such amazing work! Absolutely perfect

What about a winteriron hallmark holiday movie, Tony finds romance while visiting his grandma for christmas in a little snowy town. ❤️ @confessions-of-a-fandom-addict thank you!

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Imagine Playboy Billionaire Bucky Barnes falling in love with Veteran Tony Stark, who is responsible for some of the most amazing things coming out of Barnes Enterprises bio-engineering division. Bucky may or may not go down to his company’s coffee shop to catch glimpses of the elusive genius. One day he spots a well muscled blonde with a booming voice flirting with said genius, and decides he can’t sit idly by.

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Reblog if you need this energy

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me: why are you destroying earth!!!

aliens: because theres people who think that english is the only language they need to speak

me: thats fair i understand

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“Are we on a date right now?” for either winteriron or stony but like pre-serum steve lmao

Going with WinterIron for this! Thank you for requesting again, Jo! :D Also, a bit of an AU; they around college-age here! 

“Hold on,” Tony says as he swirls around semi-liquefied chocolate ice cream with the plastic spoon graciously given to him by the worker behind the dessert bar. “Are we on a date right now?” 

Bucky looks at him from across the table, frowning. “Yeah? We’ve been—I thought we’ve been—datin’ for a couple of weeks?” He starts to tap his finger against the cloth-covered tabletop, hesitating for a split second before continuing. “Uh, ‘cause first, we went to the movies without the others, and then we started spendin’ more time with just the two of us, and you told me that you liked bein’ with me more than anyone else, so I assumed that… that we were datin’ and you were too shy to say anythin’ official about it.” 

“Oh.” Tony eats some ice cream, if only because he needs something to distract him while mulls over Bucky’s words. If only he weren’t so damn oblivious as to the implications of his actions. Not that he wouldn’t like to go out on a date with Bucky—quite the opposite, in fact—but still.     

Seemingly mortified, Bucky’s lips press together in a thin line. “But, this doesn’t need to be a date,” Bucky offers. “It can just be us. Hangin’ out. Or, uh, you can leave—” he says that, but his eyes beg Tony not to— ”I know s’awkward.” 

Tony shakes his head, spoon still in his mouth. He doesn’t miss the way Bucky’s eyes flicker to his lips. “No.” He takes the spoon out and plops it into his cardboard cup. “It’s fine. It’s just… I wanted to actually ask you out on a date.” 

Bucky laughs, shoulders relaxing as an invisible weight is lifted from them. “You can ask, y’know.” 

“But it wouldn’t be the same!” Tony dramatically sighs, propping his head up with his hand. 

“How about I ask?” Bucky clears his throat. “Tony, would you give me the great pleasure of goin’ on a date with you?” 

“Pleasure granted,” Tony replies, satisfied. With a bright smile, he reaches over to take Bucky’s hand in his own. 

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Fanfic writers(nicknames for Tony)

Bucky: Sweet thing, Doll, kitten, bambi.

Steve: Tony *disappointingly*.

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Tony: You’ve gone awfully quiet, was I getting too annoying complaining about what they did? I can stop if you’d like.

Bucky: Mm, no no….I’m just plotting their murder is all. Continue.

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-At 3am-

Tony & Bucky: *Sleeping in bed*

*Loud Crash*

Sam, screaming: “PARKER GET OFF THE CEILING!”

Tony: “We gonna do anything about that?”

Bucky: “Nah, they’ll be fine.”

Sam, still screaming: “WHO GAVE YOU CAFFEINE? WAS IT CLINT?”

Bucky, going back to sleep: “He’s you’re son till morning.”