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It’s not a particularly good line, and yet- Steve’s whole body flushes. He can smell the aftershave Tony uses, bergamot and leather; His breath catches on the shell of Steve's ear, and the low rumble of Tony's voice warms his belly. Steve looks around, feeling caught out, but nobody’s paying attention to them. He thinks someone should be noticing this- that if people were looking, that would mean something was really happening. ‘I love you,’ Steve wants to say, ‘I’m sorry.’ (Everyone thinks Steve and Tony are in love. They are, of course- if only they could just tell each other)

a 2012 avengers tower inspired fic <3

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steve rogers on his 5th bowl @ 3:54 am on the balcony of avengers tower: guys did u k. did u kno they called her Peggy bec

natasha: what

steve: B. 😂😂😂BEcause She

tony with the straightest face: because she what steve

steve:

tony: why did they call her peggy steve

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yeah bro it's a character study. the 2 thousand words of blowjob is vital to the study of the character

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mutual pining IS the best trope. no they’re not trying to move on, no they’re not brave enough to risk it, no they’re not trying to date other people, they don’t know they can have it but it’s okay if they can’t (but they CAN)

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Bruce: Cut Rogers some slack Tony! He’s in love!

Tony: That is really not my problem.

Bruce: HE’S IN LOVE WITH YOU!

Tony: Oh.

Tony: I will not deny that brings me in a loop a little.

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If Icarus is defined by the fall, what does mean for Tony?

(If he's lucky, there'll nowhere to go but up. It's too bad fortune favors the bold)

“Which one is that?” Steve says softly, as if not to wake the sky.

“The north star,” Tony whispers back, "Sailors used to follow it home.”

Not that that means anything to him. Steve Rogers is as impossible to reach as starlight, and Tony knows homes are things worth running from. Still, Stark men have always been desperate to ruin things on their own terms.

(Or: Two boys go to college and learn the meaning of forever, how to build love letters out of fridge magnets, and the kind of devotion you peel oranges for)

NEW CHAPTER

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i dont think any of you understand how important i am to the plot

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tony: *flirting with anyone but steve*

steve:

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Iron Man 1 really said "the actual bad guy is the white capitalist who is selling arms under the table to both sides in order to extend the war and make as much money from it as possible," and Iron Man 2 really said "the white capitalist who gives a platform to people with bad intentions in order to make a buck is the reason the bad intentions have the opportunity to prosper and cause untold damage," and Iron Man 3 really said "the real terrorist is the white capitalist who will create and use fear to manipulate governments and the public in order to sell a product," and I really don't think enough people recognise this.

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Tony: Come on we’re a team! We’re in this together!

Bruce: I fear a jury will see it the same way!

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all of the avengers are t-shirt-stealing gremlins 😤

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Iron Man 2 was funny as fuck like imagine you’re battling a terminal illness and at the end of what is arguably the worst week of your life some guy shows up and is like “we’ve been conducting a secret job interview for a position you didn’t apply for and we’ve decided to reject you” and you just go “alright fuck you too then” and revolutionize the energy business.

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tony: look. i know from the outside it seems like i have everything together-

steve: it does not

steve, worried: do you actually think that

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tony: are you nervous?

steve: yes

tony: is this your first time?

steve: no, ive been nervous before

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Hello! I’ve been a huge fan of your writing on ao3 for the longest time, and I just saw today you wrote a new fic and I’m freaking OUT because oh my god I thought you’d gone forever or something (that’s kinda drastic I know)! But your fic “Make A Wish” is literally my favorite Stony fic of all time. Before I got an ao3 I think I commented on it as “Eloise”? Anyway I have a tumblr and an ao3 account now and i actually post the poems I write. But I just wanted to say hello! I live for your work

i love you!!! saying something i wrote is your favorite fic is probably the biggest compliment i could ever receive. i think about fics that have made that sort of impact on me and it’s crazy to think i could be that for someone else

tysm to all the people who read my work. the kindness fandom has shown me over the years has meant so much to me. comments like this sick with me forever

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Aleph, and the Things We Can't Measure

Chapter 4

Smoke curls in his lungs like a long-lost friend. The air is thick with it, heady and warm. Bodies wade through the crowd, hands circling wrists like a lifeline. Something shitty plays too loud from the speakers; He can feel the bass under his fingers where they wrap around the banister. A pretty brunette presses into him, smelling like spice and unfamiliarity. She looks nothing like Steve. Tony tries to want her.

Heat chews at Tony’s collar. Sweat beads at the nape of his neck. It’s too crowded in here. The girl’s cheeks are pale as she shouts something he can’t hear over the noise. He shakes his head, mouthing his confusion at her. She just smiles, tugs at his palm with manicured fingers and drags him into the bathroom.

The door shuts with too much effort, catching unevenly on the doorframe. She laughs, so he does too. She’s wearing lipstick, something red enough it’ll stain. Tony closes his eyes as she nips behind his ears.

“It’s so hot that I’m making out with a Stark,” she breathes into his ear, warm breath smelling of alcohol as she kisses at his skin.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51237172/chapters/130078519