Doctor's Note - Prelude
“I need a doctor’s note,” Tony said as he entered the room he knew Stephen was in. Or was at least guessing that Stephen was in since this was where the sanctum had brought him.
“I’d know if you were sick,” he heard Stephen say. Tony followed the sound to find Stephen settled comfortably in a little reading nook within a window well that Tony hadn’t been aware the sanctum even had. “You’re not sick, therefore you do not need a doctor’s note.”
Tony nudged at Stephen’s feet a little and Stephen shifted enough so that Tony had space to sit across from him, their legs tangling a little, the touch comfortable and easy.
“I could hide it if I wanted to,” Tony argued.
Stephen glanced up from his book long enough to stare at Tony judgmentally.
“Not that I would,” Tony added hurriedly. “I’m just saying that I could.”
“Not from me,” Stephen said with absolute certainty.
Tony considered that, because he’d had some pretty solid luck on hiding declining health from people in the past, but he’d never tried to hide it from Stephen. So, maybe Stephen was right, maybe Stephen was the one person Tony would never be able to hide something like that from.
“Fair enough,” Tony decided. “But that doesn’t change the fact that I need a doctor’s note.”
Stephen glanced down at his book and then back up at Tony. “No.” He returned to his book.
Tony leaned back against the wall, staring at his husband intently as his husband kept reading. Stephen was pretty good at ignoring him when the situation required, but Tony also knew that he was annoying—which Stephen, fortunately, seemed to mostly love about him—even without trying, which meant that when he did try he was amazing at it.
Stephen lasted five minutes of Tony staring intently at him before Stephen sighed and looked up. “What do you need a doctor’s note for? You realize that a) I was a neurosurgeon, and b) I’m not a practicing doctor anymore?”
Tony waved his hand. “Details. You’re a doctor, always will be.”
Stephen looked reluctantly pleased at the words, as though he knew Tony was buttering him up but was helpless to resist it.
Tony wasn’t buttering him up, it was simple truth. Stephen being a doctor was simply a part of him; it always would be.
“Anyways, I need it because doctor’s notes are apparently ‘get out of jail free’ cards. I need one. Pepper’s been making me go to too many meetings and galas lately and I need a way to get out of one the next time she tries.”
Stephen rolled his eyes. “You’re ridiculous, you know that right?”
“Yes,” Tony said, because it was true and he had no shame.
“I’m not giving you a doctor’s note to get out of work.” Stephen returned to his book and Tony returned to his staring intently at Stephen.
Stephen lasted a good seven minutes this time. “You know I love your attention, but I’m going to portal you somewhere far away if you keep that up.”
He absolutely would, Tony knew. His husband didn’t make threats he didn’t mean. But it would be somewhere safe and convenient like his lab at the compound or—if he was particularly lucky—their bed.
“I’m not doing anything,” Tony pointed out. “In fact, I’m being perfectly well-behaved.”
Stephen just glared at him. “You know exactly what you’re doing.”
“Gazing admiringly at my beloved husband?” Tony put a hand to his chest. “How dare I.”
Stephen sighed. “Fine, grab the paper you are undoubtedly carrying with you.”
Tony grinned and immediately pulled out the folded paper with Stephen’s credentials printed in fancy typeface at the top. Tony might have had FRIDAY design it just for this purpose. He pulled out a pen as well and grabbed a spare book to use as a table and waited for Stephen to dictate his note. He knew writing was painful for Stephen and he might want a doctor’s note, but he wasn’t going to make Stephen actually write it.
“Dear Pepper,” Stephen started and Tony immediately started writing. “Tony is driving me up a wall. Please consider the fact that his entire being is an ailment—“ Tony smirked a little as he wrote that down, ”—and that whatever function you are busy attempting to make him attend may indeed be better off without him there.” Stephen paused. “Now hand it here so I can sign it and you can go be annoying somewhere else.”
Tony laughed it as he handed the paper to Stephen for him to sign. God, he loved his husband.
Tony waited for Stephen to sign it before shifting so that he could lean forward to kiss him.
“Best. Husband. Ever,” he whispered when he finally pulled back.
Stephen snorted. “And don’t you forget it.”
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i like the summer rain (i like the sounds you make)
buck/eddie | 2.7k | rated t
Death comes for Eddie in the form of a small fluffy bunny. Several small fluffy bunnies, actually.
He’s not being hyperbolic, okay? This is how he goes. Hen and Chim can take their Drama Queen Diaz eye rolls and shove it. He’s having a perfectly reasonable reaction to the sight before him. And if the classic bright white light everyone talks about is more accurately a kind of warm glow dotted with sparkles and floating cartoon hearts in his current experience? Well, that’s between him and his God.
or, it’s truly tragic that eddie diaz isn’t kissing buck buckley, especially when everything he does makes him so damn kissable
read on ao3
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we're doing it again
10 notes and I post an Ironstrange one-shot I wrote in 10 minutes and have not edited. [here]
20 notes and I go through and edit a Wongstrange story I'm writing with Invye
30 notes and I write/publish the WIP I have of Donna's death and reincarnation and Stephen's relationship with it.
40 notes and I write another ironwongstrange story
50 notes and I finish/post my WIP where Stephen and Wong grow old together. Lots of angst.
60 notes and I dig out my trans Stephen fic, polish it up a bit, and send it out into the world.
70 notes and I'll publish a series on one-shots based on some pride month writing prompts I found
80 notes just to make it even (send me drabble prompts and ('ll write them)
90 notes to soothe my anxiety (send me drabble prompts and I'll write them)
100 notes and I'll write Stephen getting railed by his mtf wife (clea)
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okay since it’s trending I just wanted you all to know a funny story
when I was a kid, bilingual in america, i didn’t really watch british tv that wasn’t doctor who or older sitcoms like blackadder 
but for some reason the latino channels, in between the telenovelas, were always marathoning merlin, and i was too young to look at things like matching lip movements.
what I’m trying to say is basically until like 2 years ago i thought merlin was a spanish language show - a high budget fantasy telenovela. 
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